Twenty Years Later by Dumas, Alexandre. Part one

they should all assemble around some well spread table and

abandon themselves unreservedly to their own natural

character and manners — a freedom which had formerly

contributed so much to that good understanding between them

which gave them the name of the inseparables. For different

reasons this was an agreeable proposition to them all, and

it was therefore agreed that each should leave a very exact

address and that upon the request of any of the associates a

meeting should be convoked at a famous eating house in the

Rue de la Monnaie, of the sign of the Hermitage. The first

rendezvous was fixed for the following Wednesday, at eight

o’clock in the evening precisely.

On that day, in fact, the four friends arrived punctually at

the hour, each from his own abode or occupation. Porthos had

been trying a new horse; D’Artagnan was on guard at the

Louvre; Aramis had been to visit one of his penitents in the

neighborhood; and Athos, whose domicile was established in

the Rue Guenegaud, found himself close at hand. They were,

therefore, somewhat surprised to meet altogether at the door

of the Hermitage, Athos starting out from the Pont Neuf,

Porthos by the Rue de la Roule, D’Artagnan by the Rue des

Fosse Saint Germain l’Auxerrois, and Aramis by the Rue de

Bethisy.

The first words exchanged between the four friends, on

account of the ceremony which each of them mingled with

their demonstration, were somewhat forced and even the

repast began with a kind of stiffness. Athos perceived this

embarrassment, and by way of supplying an effectual remedy,

called for four bottles of champagne.

At this order, given in Athos’s habitually calm manner, the

face of the Gascon relaxed and Porthos’s brow grew smooth.

Aramis was astonished. He knew that Athos not only never

drank, but more, that he had a kind of repugnance to wine.

This astonishment was doubled when Aramis saw Athos fill a

bumper and toss it off with all his former enthusiasm. His

companions followed his example. In a very few minutes the

four bottles were empty and this excellent specific

succeeded in dissipating even the slightest cloud that might

have rested on their spirits. Now the four friends began to

speak loud, scarcely waiting till one had finished before

another began, and each assumed his favorite attitude on or

at the table. Soon — strange fact — Aramis undid two

buttons of his doublet, seeing which, Porthos unfastened his

entirely.

Battles, long journeys, blows given and received, sufficed

for the first themes of conversation, which turned upon the

silent struggles sustained against him who was now called

the great cardinal.

“Faith,” said Aramis, laughing, “we have praised the dead

enough, let us revile the living a little; I should like to

say something evil of Mazarin; is it permissible?”

“Go on, go on,” replied D’Artagnan, laughing heartily;

“relate your story and I will applaud it if it is a good

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one.”

“A great prince,” said Aramis, “with whom Mazarin sought an

alliance, was invited by him to send him a list of the

conditions on which he would do him the honor to negotiate

with him. The prince, who had a great repugnance to treat

with such an ill-bred fellow, made out a list, against the

grain, and sent it. In this list there were three conditions

which displeased Mazarin and he offered the prince ten

thousand crowns to renounce them.”

“Ah, ha, ha!” laughed the three friends, “not a bad bargain;

and there was no fear of being taken at his word; what did

the prince do then?”

“The prince immediately sent fifty thousand francs to

Mazarin, begging him never to write to him again, and

offered twenty thousand francs more, on condition that he

would never speak to him. What did Mazarin do?”

“Stormed!” suggested Athos.

“Beat the messenger!” cried Porthos.

“Accepted the money!” said D’Artagnan.

“You have guessed it,” answered Aramis; and they all laughed

so heartily that the host appeared in order to inquire

whether the gentlemen wanted anything; he thought they were

fighting.

At last their hilarity calmed down and:

“Faith!” exclaimed D’Artagnan to the two friends, “you may

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