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Twenty Years Later 27 at Prostate Health
it. Although I dont
despise sweet things in proper time and place, I found the
supper rather light."
"Poor fellow!" said DArtagnan. "Well, come; set to."
"Ah, sir, you are going to save my life a second time!"
cried Planchet.
And he seated himself at the table and ate as he did in the
merry days of the Rue des Fossoyeurs, whilst DArtagnan
walked to and fro and thought how he could make use of
Planchet under present circumstances. While he turned this
over in his mind Planchet did his best to make up for lost
time at table. At last he uttered a sigh of satisfaction and
paused, as if he had partially appeased his hunger.
"Come," said DArtagnan, who thought that it was now a
convenient time to begin his interrogations, "dost thou know
where Athos is?"
"No, sir," replied Planchet.
"The devil thou dost not! Dost know where Porthos is?"
"No -- not at all."
"And Aramis?"
"Not in the least."
"The devil! the devil! the devil!"
"But, sir," said Planchet, with a look of shrewdness, "I
know where Bazin is."
"Where is he?"
"At Notre Dame."
"What has he to do at Notre Dame?"
"He is beadle."
"Bazin beadle at Notre Dame! He must know where his master
is!"
"Without a doubt he must."
DArtagnan thought for a moment, then took his sword and put
on his cloak to go out.
"Sir," said Planchet, in a mournful tone, "do you abandon me
thus to my fate? Think, if I am found out here, the people
of the house, who have not seen me enter it, will take me
for a thief."
"True," said DArtagnan. "Lets see. Canst thou speak any
patois?"
"I can do something better than that, sir, I can speak
Flemish."
"Where the devil didst thou learn it?"
"In Artois, where I fought for years. Listen, sir. Goeden
morgen, mynheer, eth teen begeeray le weeten the ge sond
heets omstand."
"Which means?"
"Good-day, sir! I am anxious to know the state of your
health."
"He calls that a language! But never mind, that will do
capitally."
DArtagnan opened the door and called out to a waiter to
desire Madeleine to come upstairs.
When the landlady made her appearance she expressed much
astonishment at seeing Planchet.
"My dear landlady," said DArtagnan, "I beg to introduce to
you your brother, who is arrived from Flanders and whom I am
going to take into my service."
"My brother?"
"Wish your sister good-morning, Master Peter."
"Wilkom, suster," said Planchet.
"Goeden day, broder," replied the astonished landlady.
"This is the case," said DArtagnan; "this is your brother,
Madeleine; you dont know him perhaps, but I know him; he
has arrived from Amsterdam. You must dress him up during my
absence. When I return, which will be in about an hour, you
must offer him to me as a servant, and upon your
recommendation, though he doesnt speak a word of French, I
take him into my service. You understand?"
"That is to say, I guess your wishes, and that is all thats
necessary," said Madeleine.
"You are a precious creature, my pretty hostess, and I am
much obliged to you."
The next moment DArtagnan was on his way to Notre Dame.
7
Touches upon the Strange Effects a Half-pistole may have
upon a Beadle and a Chorister.
DArtagnan, as he crossed the Pont Neuf, congratulated
himself on having found Planchet again, for at that time an
intelligent servant was essential to him; nor was he sorry
that through Planchet and the situation which he held in Rue
des Lombards, a connection with the bourgeoisie might be
commenced, at that critical period when that class were
preparing to make war with the court party. It was like
having a spy in the enemys camp. In this frame of mind,
grateful for the accidental meeting with Planchet, pleased
with himself, DArtagnan reached Notre Dame. He ran up the
steps, entered the church, and addressing a verger who was
sweeping the chapel, asked him if he knew Monsieur Bazin.
"Monsieur Bazin, the beadle?" said the verger. "Yes. There
he is, attending mass, in the chapel of the Virgin."
DArtagnan nearly jumped for joy; he had despaired of
finding Bazin, but now, he thought, since he held one end of
the thread he would be pretty sure to reach the other end.
He knelt down just opposite the chapel in order not to lose
sight of his man; and as he had almost forgotten his prayers
and had omitted to take a book with him, he made use of his
time in gazing at Bazin.
Bazin wore his dress, it may be observed, with equal dignity
and saintly propriety. It was not difficult to understand
that he had gained the crown of
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