The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Raoul。
〃Is our little neighbor worse？〃 asked D'Artagnan； seeing a look of vexation on the face of the youth。
〃Ah； sir！〃 replied Raoul； 〃her fall is a very serious one； and without any ostensible injury； the physician fears she will be lame for life。〃
〃This is terrible；〃 said Athos。
〃And what makes me all the more wretched； sir； is； that I was the cause of this misfortune。〃
〃How so？〃 asked Athos。
〃It was to run to meet me that she leaped from that pile of wood。〃
〃There's only one remedy； dear Raoul that is； to marry her as a pensation 〃 remarked D'Artagnan。
〃Ah； sir！〃 answered Raoul； 〃you joke about a real misfortune； that is cruel； indeed。〃
The good understanding between the two friends was not in the least altered by the morning's skirmish。 They breakfasted with a good appetite； looking now and then at poor Raoul； who with moist eyes and a full heart； scarcely ate at all。
After breakfast two letters arrived for Athos； who read them with profound attention； whilst D'Artagnan could not restrain himself from jumping up several times on seeing him read these epistles； in one of which； there being at the time a very strong light； he perceived the fine writing of Aramis。 The other was in a feminine hand； long； and crossed。
〃e；〃 said D'Artagnan to Raoul； seeing that Athos wished to be alone； 〃e； let us take a turn in the fencing gallery； that will amuse you。〃
And they both went into a low room where there were foils； gloves； masks； breastplates； and all the accessories for a fencing match。
In a quarter of an hour Athos joined them and at the same moment Charles brought in a letter for D'Artagnan； which a messenger had just desired might be instantly delivered。
It was now Athos's turn to take a sly look。
D'Artagnan read the letter with apparent calmness and said； shaking his head：
〃See； dear friend； what it is to belong to the army。 Faith； you are indeed right not to return to it。 Monsieur de Treville is ill； so my pany can't do without me； there！ my leave is at an end！〃
〃Do you return to Paris？〃 asked Athos； quickly。
〃Egad！ yes； but why don't you e there also？〃
Athos colored a little and answered：
〃Should I go； I shall be delighted to see you there。〃
〃Halloo； Planchet！〃 cried the Gascon from the door； 〃we must set out in ten minutes； give the horses some hay。
Then turning to Athos he added：
〃I seem to miss something here。 I am really sorry to go away without having seen Grimaud。〃
〃Grimaud！〃 replied Athos。 〃I'm surprised you have never so much as asked after him。 I have lent him to a friend 〃
〃Who will understand the signs he makes？〃 returned D'Artagnan。
〃I hope so。〃
The friends embraced cordially； D'Artagnan pressed Raoul's hand。
〃Will you not e with me？〃 he said； 〃I shall pass by Blois。〃
Raoul turned toward Athos； who showed him by a secret sign that he did not wish him to go。
〃No； monsieur；〃 replied the young man； 〃I will remain with monsieur le te。〃
〃Adieu； then； to both； my good friends；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃may God preserve you！ as we used to say when we said good…bye to each other in the late cardinal's time。〃
Athos waved his hand； Raoul bowed； and D'Artagnan and Planchet set out。
The count followed them with his eyes； his hands resting on the shoulders of the youth； whose height was almost equal to his own； but as soon as they were out of sight he said：
〃Raoul； we set out to…night for Paris。〃
〃Eh？〃 cried the young man； turning pale。
〃You may go and offer your adieux and mine to Madame de Saint…Remy。 I shall wait for you here till seven。〃
The young man bent low； with an expression of sorrow and gratitude mingled； and retired in order to saddle his horse。
As to D'Artagnan； scarcely； on his side； was he out of sight when he drew from his pocket a letter； which he read over again：
〃Return immediately to Paris。 J。 M 。〃
〃The epistle is laconic；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃and if there had not been a postscript； probably I should not have understood it； but happily there is a postscript。〃
And he read that wele postscript； which made him forget the abruptness of the letter。
〃P。 S。 Go to the king's treasurer； at Blois； tell him your name and show him this letter； you will receive two hundred pistoles。〃
〃Assuredly；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃I admire this piece of prose。 The cardinal writes better than I thought。 e； Planchet； let us pay a visit to the king's treasurer and then set off。〃
〃Toward Paris； sir？〃
〃Toward Paris。〃
And they set out at as hard a canter as their horses could maintain。
The Duc de Beaufort
The circumstances that had hastened the return of D'Artagnan to Paris were as follows：
One evening； when Mazarin； according to custom； went to visit the queen； in passing the guard…chamber he heard loud voices； wishing to know on what topic the soldiers were conversing； he approached with his wonted wolf…like step； pushed open the door and put his head close to the chink。
There was a dispute among the guards。
〃I tell you；〃 one of them was saying； 〃that if Coysel predicted that； 'tis as good as true； I know nothing about it； but I have heard say that he's not only an astrologer； but a magician。〃
〃Deuce take it； friend； if he's one of thy friends thou wilt ruin him in saying so。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because he may be tried for it。〃
〃Ah！ absurd！ they don't burn sorcerers nowadays。〃
〃No？ 'Tis not a long time since the late cardinal burnt Urban Grandier； though。〃
〃My friend； Urban Grandier wasn't a sorcerer； he was a learned man。 He didn't predict the future； he knew the past often a more dangerous thing。〃
Mazarin nodded an assent； but wishing to know what this prediction was； about which they disputed； he remained in the same place。
〃I don't say；〃 resumed the guard； 〃that Coysel is not a sorcerer； but I say that if his prophecy gets wind； it's a sure way to prevent it's ing true。〃
〃How so？〃
〃Why； in this way： if Coysel says loud enough for the cardinal to hear him； on such or such a day such a prisoner will escape； 'tis plain that the cardinal will take measures of precaution and that the prisoner will not escape。〃
〃Good Lord！〃 said another guard； who might have been thought asleep on a bench； but who had lost not a syllable of the conversation； 〃do you suppose that men can escape their destiny？ If it is written yonder； in Heaven； that the Duc de Beaufort is to escape； he will escape； and all the precautions of the cardinal will not prevent it。〃
Mazarin started。 He was an Italian and therefore superstitious。 He walked straight into the midst of the guards； who on seeing him were silent。
〃What were you saying？〃 he asked with his flattering manner； 〃that Monsieur de Beaufort had escaped； were you not？〃
〃Oh； no； my lord！〃 said the incredulous soldier。 〃He's well guarded now； we only said he would escape。〃
〃Who said so？〃
〃Repeat your story； Saint Laurent；〃 replied the man； turning to the originator of the tale。
〃My lord；〃 said the guard； 〃I have simply mentioned the prophecy I heard from a man named Coysel； who believes that； be he ever so closely watched and guarded； the Duke of Beaufort will escape before Whitsuntide。〃
〃Coysel is a madman！〃 returned the cardinal。
〃No；〃 replied the soldier； tenacious in his credulity； 〃he has foretold many things which have e to pass； for instance； that the queen would have a son； that Monsieur Coligny would be killed in a duel with the Duc de Guise； and finally； that the coadjutor would be made cardinal。 Well！ the queen has not only one son； but two； then； Monsieur de Coligny was killed； and 〃
〃Yes；〃 said Mazarin； 〃but the coadjutor is not yet made cardinal！〃
〃No； my lord； but he will be；〃 answered the guard。
Mazarin made a grimace； as if he meant to say； 〃But he does not wear the cardinal's cap；〃 then he added：
〃So； my friend； it's your opinion that Monsieur de Beaufort will escape？〃
〃That's my idea； my lord； and if your eminence were to offer to make me at this moment governor of the castle of Vincennes； I should refuse it。 After Whitsuntide it would be another thing。〃
There is nothing so convincing as a firm conviction。 It has its own effect upon the most incredulous； and far from being incredulous； Mazarin was superstitious。 He went away thoughtful and anxious and returned to his own room； where he summoned Bernouin and desired him to fetch thither in the morning the special guard he had placed over Monsieur de Beaufort and to awaken him whenever he should arrive。
The guard had； in fact； touched the cardinal in the tenderest point。 During the whole five years in which the Duc de Beaufort had been in prison not a day had passed in which the cardinal had not felt a secret dread of his escape。 It was not possible； as he knew well； to confine for the whole of his life the grandson of Henry IV。； especially when this young prince was scarcely thirty years of age。 But however and whensoever he did escape； what hatred he must cherish against him to whom he owed his long imprisonment； who had taken him； rich； brave； glorious； beloved by women； feared by men； to cut off his life's best； happiest years； for it is not life； it is merely existence； in prison！ Meantime； Mazarin redoubled his surveillance over the duke。 But like the miser in the fable； he could not sleep for thinking of his treasure。 Often he awoke in the night； suddenly； dreaming that he had been robbed of Monsieur de Beaufort。 Then he inquired about him and had the vexation of hearing that the prisoner played； drank； sang； but that whilst playing； drinking； singing； he often stopped short to vow that Mazarin should pay dear for all the amusements he had forced him to enter into at Vincennes。
So much did this one idea haunt the cardinal even in his sleep； that when at seven in the morning Bernouin came to arouse him； his first words were： 〃Well； what's the matter？ Has Monsieur de Beaufort escaped from Vincennes？〃
〃I do not think so； my lord；〃 said Bernouin； 〃but you will hear about him； for La Ramee is here and awaits the mands of your eminen