D'Artagnanremainedforaninstantstupefied;butsoon，reflectingthatAramishadleftVauxprivatelyonamissionfromtheking，heconcludedthatthekingwishedtopreservethesecret。？"Sire，"
　　repliedhe，"doesyourmajestyabsolutelyrequireM。d'Herblaytobebroughttoyou？"
　　"Absolutelyisnottheword，"saidPhilippe;"Idonotwanthimsoparticularlyasthat;butifhecanbefound—"
　　"Ithoughtso，"
　　saidD'Artagnantohimself。
　　"IsthisM。d'HerblaythebishopofVannes？"
　　"Yes，madame。"
　　"A
　　friendofM。Fouquet？"
　　"Yes，madame;anoldmusketeer。"
　　AnneofAustriablushed。
　　"Oneofthefourbraveswhoformerlyperformedsuchprodigies。"
　　Theoldqueenrepentedofhavingwishedtobite;shebrokeofftheconversation，inordertopreservetherestofherteeth。？"Whatevermaybeyourchoice，sire，"saidshe，"Ihavenodoubtitwillbeexcellent。"
　　Allbowedinsupportofthatsentiment。
　　"Youwillfindinhim，"continuedPhilippe，"thedepthandpenetrationofM。deRichelieu，withouttheavariceofM。deMazarin！"
　　"A
　　primeminister，sire？"saidMonsieur，inafright。
　　"I
　　willtellyouallaboutthat，brother;butitisstrangethatM。d'Herblayisnothere！"
　　Hecalledout:
　　"LetM。FouquetbeinformedthatIwishtospeaktohim—oh！beforeyou，beforeyou;donotretire！"
　　M。
　　deSaint—Aignanreturned，bringingsatisfactorynewsofthequeen，whoonlykeptherbedfromprecaution，andtohavestrengthtocarryouttheking'swishes。？WhilsteverybodywasseekingM。
　　FouquetandAramis，thenewkingquietlycontinuedhisexperiments，andeverybody，family，officers，servants，hadnottheleastsuspicionofhisidentity，hisair，hisvoice，andmannersweresoliketheking's。？Onhisside，Philippe，applyingtoallcountenancestheaccuratedescriptionsandkey—notesofcharactersuppliedbyhisaccompliceAramis，conductedhimselfsoasnottogivebirthtoadoubtinthemindsofthosewhosurroundedhim。？Nothingfromthattimecoulddisturbtheusurper。？WithwhatstrangefacilityhadProvidencejustreversedtheloftiestfortuneoftheworldtosubstitutethelowliestinitsstead！？PhilippeadmiredthegoodnessofGodwithregardtohimself，andsecondeditwithalltheresourcesofhisadmirablenature。？Buthefelt，attimes，somethinglikeaspecterglidingbetweenhimandtheraysofhisnewglory。？Aramisdidnotappear。？Theconversationhadlanguishedintheroyalfamily;Philippe，preoccupied，forgottodismisshisbrotherandMadameHenrietta。？Thelatterwereastonished，andbegan，bydegrees，toloseallpatience。？AnneofAustriastoopedtowardsherson'searandaddressedsomewordstohiminSpanish。？Philippewascompletelyignorantofthatlanguage，andgrewpaleatthisunexpectedobstacle。？But，asifthespiritoftheimperturbableAramishadcoveredhimwithhisinfallibility，insteadofappearingdisconcerted，Philipperose。？"Well！what？"saidAnneofAustria。
　　"Whatisallthatnoise？"saidPhilippe，turningroundtowardsthedoorofthesecondstaircase。
　　Andavoicewasheardsaying，"Thisway，thisway！？Afewstepsmore，sire！"
　　"ThevoiceofM。Fouquet，"saidD'Artagnan，whowasstandingclosetothequeen—mother。
　　"ThenM。d'Herblaycannotbefaroff，"addedPhilippe。
　　Buthethensawwhathelittlethoughttohavebeheldsoneartohim。？AlleyeswereturnedtowardsthedooratwhichM。Fouquetwasexpectedtoenter;butitwasnotM。Fouquetwhoentered。？Aterriblecryresoundedfromallcornersofthechamber，apainfulcryutteredbythekingandallpresent。？Itisgiventobutfewmen，eventhosewhosedestinycontainsthestrangestelements，andaccidentsthemostwonderful，tocontemplatesuchaspectaclesimilartothatwhichpresenteditselfintheroyalchamberatthatmoment。？Thehalf—closedshuttersonlyadmittedtheentranceofanuncertainlightpassingthroughthickvioletvelvetcurtainslinedwithsilk。？Inthissoftshade，theeyeswerebydegreesdilated，andeveryonepresentsawothersratherwithimaginationthanwithactualsight。？Therecouldnot，however，escape，inthesecircumstances，oneofthesurroundingdetails;andthenewobjectwhichpresenteditselfappearedasluminousasthoughitshoneoutinfullsunlight。？SoithappenedwithLouisXIV。，whenheshowedhimself，paleandfrowning，inthedoorwayofthesecretstairs。？ThefaceofFouquetappearedbehindhim，stampedwithsorrowanddetermination。？Thequeen—mother，whoperceivedLouisXIV。，andwhoheldthehandofPhilippe，utteredacryofwhichwehavespoken，asifshebeheldaphantom。？Monsieurwasbewildered，andkeptturninghisheadinastonishmentfromonetotheother。？Madamemadeastepforward，thinkingshewaslookingattheformofherbrother—in—lawreflectedinamirror。？And，infact，theillusionwaspossible。？Thetwoprinces，bothpaleasdeath—forwerenouncethehopeofbeingabletodescribethefearfulstateofPhilippe—trembling，clenchingtheirhandsconvulsively，measuredeachotherwithlooks，anddartedtheirglances，sharpasponiards，ateachother。？Silent，panting，bendingforward，theyappearedasifabouttospringuponanenemy。？Theunheard—ofresemblanceofcountenance，gesture，shape，height，eventotheresemblanceofcostume，producedbychance—forLouisXIV。hadbeentotheLouvreandputonaviolet—coloreddress—theperfectanalogyofthetwoprinces，completedtheconsternationofAnneofAustria。？Andyetshedidnotatonceguessthetruth。？Therearemisfortunesinlifesotrulydreadfulthatnoonewillatfirstacceptthem;peopleratherbelieveinthesupernaturalandtheimpossible。？Louishadnotreckonedontheseobstacles。？Heexpectedthathehadonlytoappeartobeacknowledged。？Alivingsun，hecouldnotendurethesuspicionofequalitywithanyone。？Hedidnotadmitthateverytorchshouldnotbecomedarknessattheinstantheshoneoutwithhisconqueringray。？AttheaspectofPhilippe，then，hewasperhapsmoreterrifiedthananyoneroundhim，andhissilence，hisimmobilitywere，thistime，aconcentrationandacalmwhichprecedetheviolentexplosionsofconcentratedpassion。
　　ButFouquet！whoshallpainthisemotionandstuporinpresenceofthislivingportraitofhismaster！？FouquetthoughtAramiswasright，thatthisnewly—arrivedwasakingaspureinhisraceastheother，andthat，forhavingrepudiatedallparticipationinthiscoupd'閠at，soskillfullygotupbytheGeneraloftheJesuits，hemustbeamadenthusiast，unworthyofeverdippinghishandsinpoliticalgrandstrategywork。？AndthenitwasthebloodofLouisXIII。whichFouquetwassacrificingtothebloodofLouisXIII。;itwastoaselfishambitionhewassacrificinganobleambition;totherightofkeepinghesacrificedtherightofhaving。？Thewholeextentofhisfaultwasrevealedtohimatsimplesightofthepretender。？AllthatpassedinthemindofFouquetwaslostuponthepersonspresent。？Hehadfiveminutestofocusmeditationonthispointofconscience;fiveminutes，thatistosayfiveages，duringwhichthetwokingsandtheirfamilyscarcelyfoundenergytobreatheaftersoterribleashock。？D'Artagnan，leaningagainstthewall，infrontofFouquet，withhishandtohisbrow，askedhimselfthecauseofsuchawonderfulprodigy。？Hecouldnothavesaidatoncewhyhedoubted，butheknewassuredlythathehadreasontodoubt，andthatinthismeetingofthetwoLouisXIV。slayallthedoubtanddifficultythatduringlatedayshadrenderedtheconductofAramissosuspicioustothemusketeer。？Theseideaswere，however，envelopedinahaze，aveilofmystery。？Theactorsinthisassemblyseemedtoswiminthevaporsofaconfusedwaking。？SuddenlyLouisXIV。，moreimpatientandmoreaccustomedtocommand，rantooneoftheshutters，whichheopened，tearingthecurtainsinhiseagerness。？Afloodoflivinglightenteredthechamber，andmadePhilippedrawbacktothealcove。？Louisseizeduponthismovementwitheagerness，andaddressinghimselftothequeen:
　　"Mymother，"saidhe，"doyounotacknowledgeyourson，sinceeveryoneherehasforgottenhisking！"？AnneofAustriastarted，andraisedherarmstowardsHeaven，withoutbeingabletoarticulateasingleword。
　　"Mymother，"saidPhilippe，witha？calmvoice，"doyounotacknowledgeyourson？"？Andthistime，inhisturn，Louisdrewback。
　　AstoAnneofAustria，strucksuddenlyinheadandheartwithfellremorse，shelostherequilibrium。？Nooneaidingher，forallwerepetrified，shesankbackinherfauteuil，breathingaweak，tremblingsigh。？Louiscouldnotendurethespectacleandtheaffront。？HeboundedtowardsD'Artagnan，overwhosebrainavertigowasstealingandwhostaggeredashecaughtatthedoorforsupport。
　　"Amoi！mousquetaire！"saidhe。？"Lookusinthefaceandsaywhichisthepaler，heorI！"
　　ThiscryrousedD'Artagnan，andstirredinhisheartthefibersofobedience。？Heshookhishead，and，withoutmorehesitation，hewalkedstraightuptoPhilippe，onwhoseshoulderhelaidhishand，saying，"Monsieur，youaremyprisoner！"
　　PhilippedidnotraisehiseyestowardsHeaven，norstirfromthespot，whereheseemednailedtothefloor，hiseyeintentlyfixeduponthekinghisbrother。？Hereproachedhimwithasublimesilenceforallmisfortunespast，alltorturestocome。？Againstthislanguageofthesoulthekingfelthehadnopower;hecastdownhiseyes，draggingawayprecipitatelyhisbrotherandsister，forgettinghismother，sittingmotionlesswithinthreepacesofthesonwhomsheleftasecondtimetobecondemnedtodeath。？PhilippeapproachedAnneofAustria，andsaidtoher，inasoftandnoblyagitatedvoice:
　　"IfIwerenotyourson，Ishouldcurseyou，mymother，forhavingrenderedmesounhappy。"
　　D'Artagnanfeltashudderpassthroughthemarrowofhisbones。？Hebowedrespectfullytotheyoungprince，andsaidashebent，"Excuseme，monseigneur，Iambutasoldier，andmyoathsarehiswhohasjustleftthechamber。"
　　"Thankyou，M。d'Artagnan？？WhathasbecomeofM。d'Herblay？"
　　"M。
　　d'Herblayisinsafety，monseigneur，"saidavoicebehindthem;"andnoone，whileIliveandamfree，shallcauseahairtofallfromhishead。"
　　"MonsieurFouquet！"saidtheprince，smilingsadly。
　　"Pardonme，monseigneur，"saidFouquet，kneeling，"buthewhoisjustgoneoutfromhencewasmyguest。"
　　"Hereare，"murmuredPhilippe，witha？sigh，"bravefriendsandgoodhearts。？Theymakemeregrettheworld。？On，M。d'Artagnan，Ifollowyou。"
　　Atthemomentthecaptainofthemusketeerswasabouttoleavetheroomwithhisprisoner，Colbertappeared，and，afterremittinganorderfromthekingtoD'Artagnan，retired。？D'Artagnanreadthepaper，andthencrusheditinhishandwithrage。
　　"Whatisit？"askedtheprince。
　　"Read，monseigneur，"repliedthemusketeer。
　　Philippereadthefollowingwords，hastilytracedbythehandoftheking:
　　"M。d'Artagnanwillconducttheprisonertothe蝜eSainte—Marguerite。？Hewillcoverhisfacewithanironvizor，whichtheprisonershallneverraiseexceptatperilofhislife。"
　　"Thatisjust，"saidPhilippe，withresignation;"Iamready。"
　　"Aramiswasright，"saidFouquet，inalowvoice，tothemusketeer，"thisoneiseverywhitasmuchakingastheother。"
　　"Moreso！"repliedD'Artagnan。？"Hewantedonlyyouandme。"
　　ChapterXXV:
　　InWhichPorthosThinksHeIsPursuingaDuchy。
　　AramisandPorthos，havingprofitedbythetimegrantedthembyFouquet，didhonortotheFrenchcavalrybytheirspeed。？Porthosdidnotclearlyunderstandonwhatkindofmissionhewasforcedtodisplaysomuchvelocity;butashesawAramisspurringonfuriously，he，Porthos，spurredoninthesameway。？Theyhadsoon，inthismanner，placedtwelveleaguesbetweenthemandVaux;theywerethenobligedtochangehorses，andorganizeasortofpostarrangement。？ItwasduringarelaythatPorthosventuredtointerrogateAramisdiscreetly。
　　"Hush！"
　　repliedthelatter，"knowonlythatourfortunedependsonourspeed。"
　　AsifPorthoshadstillbeenthemusketeer，withoutasouoramailleof1626，hepushedforward。？Thatmagicword"fortune"alwaysmeanssomethinginthehumanear。？Itmeansenoughforthosewhohavenothing;itmeanstoomuchforthosewhohaveenough。
　　"I
　　shallbemadeaduke！"saidPorthos，aloud。？Hewasspeakingtohimself。
　　"Thatispossible，"repliedAramis，smilingafterhisownfashion，asPorthos'shorsepassedhim。？Aramisfelt，notwithstanding，asthoughhisbrainwereonfire;theactivityofthebodyhadnotyetsucceededinsubduingthatofthemind。？Allthereisofragingpassion，mentaltoothacheormortalthreat，raged，gnawedandgrumbledinthethoughtsoftheunhappyprelate。？Hiscountenanceexhibitedvisibletracesofthisrudecombat。？Freeonthehighwaytoabandonhimselftoeveryimpressionofthemoment，Aramisdidnotfailtoswearateverystartofhishorse，ateveryinequalityintheroad。？Pale，attimesinundatedwithboilingsweats，thenagaindryandicy，hefloggedhishorsestillthebloodstreamedfromtheirsides。？Porthos，whosedominantfaultwasnotsensibility，groanedatthis。？Thustraveledtheyonforeightlonghours，andthenarrivedatOrl閍ns。？Itwasfouro'clockintheafternoon。？Aramis，onobservingthis，judgedthatnothingshowedpursuittobeapossibility。？ItwouldbewithoutexamplethatatroopcapableoftakinghimandPorthosshouldbefurnishedwithrelayssufficienttoperformfortyleaguesineighthours。？Thus，admittingpursuit，whichwasnotatallmanifest，thefugitiveswerefivehoursinadvanceoftheirpursuers。
　　Aramisthoughtthattheremightbenoimprudenceintakingalittlerest，butthattocontinuewouldmakethemattermorecertain。？Twentyleaguesmore，performedwiththesamerapidity，twentymoreleaguesdevoured，andnoone，notevenD'Artagnan，couldovertaketheenemiesoftheking。？Aramisfeltobliged，therefore，toinflictuponPorthosthepainofmountingonhorsebackagain。？Theyrodeontillseveno'clockintheevening，andhadonlyonepostmorebetweenthemandBlois。？ButhereadiabolicalaccidentalarmedAramisgreatly。？Therewerenohorsesatthepost。？Theprelateaskedhimselfbywhatinfernalmachinationhisenemieshadsucceededindeprivinghimofthemeansofgoingfurther，—hewhoneverrecognizedchanceasadeity，whofoundacauseforeveryaccident，preferredbelievingthattherefusalofthepostmaster，atsuchanhour，insuchacountry，wastheconsequenceofanorderemanatingfromabove:anordergivenwithaviewofstoppingshorttheking—makerinthemidstofhisflight。？Butatthemomenthewasabouttoflyintoapassion，soastoprocureeitherahorseoranexplanation，hewasstruckwiththerecollectionthattheComtedelaF鑢elivedintheneighborhood。
　　"I
　　amnottraveling，"saidhe;"Idonotwanthorsesforawholestage。？Findmetwohorsestogoandpayavisittoanoblemanofmyacquaintancewhoresidesnearthisplace。"
　　"Whatnobleman？"askedthepostmaster。
　　"M。
　　leComtedelaF鑢e。"
　　"Oh！"
　　repliedthepostmaster，uncoveringwithrespect，"averyworthynobleman。？But，whatevermaybemydesiretomakemyselfagreeabletohim，Icannotfurnishyouwithhorses，forallmineareengagedbyM。leDucdeBeaufort。"
　　"Indeed！"
　　saidAramis，muchdisappointed。
　　"Only，"
　　continuedthepostmaster，"ifyouwillputupwithalittlecarriageI
　　have，Iwillharnessanoldblindhorsewhohasstillhislegsleft，andperadventurewilldrawyoutothehouseofM。leComtedelaF鑢e。"
　　"Itisworthalouis，"saidAramis。
　　"No，monsieur，sucharideisworthnomorethanacrown;thatiswhatM。Grimaud，thecomte'sintendant，alwayspaysmewhenhemakesuseofthatcarriage;andI
　　shouldnotwishtheComtedelaF鑢etohavetoreproachmewithhavingimposedononeofhisfriends。"
　　"Asyouplease，"saidAramis，"particularlyasregardsdisobligingtheComtedelaF鑢e;onlyIthinkIhavearighttogiveyoualouisforyouridea。"
　　"Oh！
　　doubtless，"repliedthepostmasterwithdelight。？Andhehimselfharnessedtheancienthorsetothecreakingcarriage。？InthemeantimePorthoswascurioustobehold。？Heimaginedhehaddiscoveredaclewtothesecret，andhefeltpleased，becauseavisittoAthos，inthefirstplace，promisedhimmuchsatisfaction，and，inthenext，gavehimthehopeoffindingatthesametimeagoodbedandgoodsupper。？Themaster，havinggotthecarriageready，orderedoneofhismentodrivethestrangerstoLaF鑢e。？PorthostookhisseatbythesideofAramis，whisperinginhisear，"Iunderstand。"
　　"Aha！"
　　saidAramis，"andwhatdoyouunderstand，myfriend？"
　　"Wearegoing，onthepartoftheking，tomakesomegreatproposaltoAthos。"
　　"Pooh！"
　　saidAramis。
　　"Youneedtellmenothingaboutit，"addedtheworthyPorthos，endeavoringtoreseathimselfsoastoavoidthejolting，"youneedtellmenothing，I
　　shallguess。"
　　"Well！
　　do，myfriend;guessaway。"
　　TheyarrivedatAthos'sdwellingaboutnineo'clockintheevening，favoredbyasplendidmoon。？ThischeerfullightrejoicedPorthosbeyondexpression;butAramisappearedannoyedbyitinanequaldegree。？HecouldnothelpshowingsomethingofthistoPorthos，whoreplied—"Ay！ay！？Iguesshowitis！themissionisasecretone。"
　　Thesewerehislastwordsinthecarriage。？Thedriverinterruptedhimbysaying，"Gentlemen，wehavearrived。"
　　Porthosandhiscompanionalightedbeforethegateofthelittlech鈚eau，whereweareabouttomeetagainouroldacquaintancesAthosandBragelonne，thelatterofwhomhaddisappearedsincethediscoveryoftheinfidelityofLaValli鑢e。？Iftherebeonesayingtruerthananother，itisthis:greatgriefscontainwithinthemselvesthegermofconsolation。？Thispainfulwound，inflicteduponRaoul，haddrawnhimnearertohisfatheragain;andGodknowshowsweetweretheconsolationswhichflowedfromtheeloquentmouthandgenerousheartofAthos。？Thewoundwasnotcicatrized，butAthos，bydintofconversingwithhissonandmixingalittlemoreofhislifewiththatoftheyoungman，hadbroughthimtounderstandthatthispangofafirstinfidelityisnecessarytoeveryhumanexistence;andthatnoonehaslovedwithoutencounteringit。？Raoullistened，againandagain，butneverunderstood。？Nothingreplacesinthedeeplyafflictedhearttheremembranceandthoughtofthebelovedobject。？Raoulthenrepliedtothereasoningofhisfather:
　　"Monsieur，allthatyoutellmeistrue;Ibelievethatnoonehassufferedintheaffectionsoftheheartsomuchasyouhave;butyouareamantoogreatbyreasonofintelligence，andtooseverelytriedbyadversefortunenottoallowfortheweaknessofthesoldierwhosuffersforthefirsttime。？Iampayingatributethatwillnotbepaidasecondtime;permitmetoplungemyselfsodeeplyinmygriefthatImayforgetmyselfinit，thatImaydrownevenmyreasoninit。"
　　"Raoul！？Raoul！"
　　"Listen，monsieur。？NevershallIaccustommyselftotheideathatLouise，thechastestandmostinnocentofwomen，hasbeenabletosobaselydeceiveamansohonestandsotruealoverasmyself。？NevercanIpersuademyselfthatIseethatsweetandnoblemaskchangeintoahypocriticallasciviousface。？Louiselost！？Louiseinfamous！？Ah！
　　monseigneur，thatideaismuchmorecrueltomethanRaoulabandoned—Raoulunhappy！"
　　Athosthenemployedtheheroicremedy。？HedefendedLouiseagainstRaoul，andjustifiedherperfidybyherlove。？"Awomanwhowouldhaveyieldedtoakingbecauseheisaking，"saidhe，"woulddeservetobestyledinfamous;
　　butLouiselovesLouis。？Young，both，theyhaveforgotten，hehisrank，shehervows。？Loveabsolveseverything，Raoul。？Thetwoyoungpeopleloveeachotherwithsincerity。"
　　Andwhenhehaddealtthissevereponiard—thrust，Athos，withasigh，sawRaoulboundawaybeneaththeranklingwound，andflytothethickestrecessesofthewood，orthesolitudeofhischamber，whence，anhourafter，hewouldreturn，pale，trembling，butsubdued。？Then，cominguptoAthoswithasmile，hewouldkisshishand，likethedogwho，havingbeenbeaten，caressesarespectedmaster，toredeemhisfault。？Raoulredeemednothingbuthisweakness，andonlyconfessedhisgrief。？ThuspassedawaythedaysthatfollowedthatsceneinwhichAthoshadsoviolentlyshakentheindomitableprideoftheking。？Never，whenconversingwithhisson，didhemakeanyallusiontothatscene;neverdidhegivehimthedetailsofthatvigorouslecture，whichmight，perhaps，haveconsoledtheyoungman，byshowinghimhisrivalhumbled。？Athosdidnotwishthattheoffendedlovershouldforgettherespectduetohisking。？AndwhenBragelonne，ardent，angry，andmelancholy，spokewithcontemptofroyalwords，oftheequivocalfaithwhichcertainmadmendrawfrompromisesthatemanatefromthrones，when，passingovertwocenturies，withthatrapidityofabirdthattraversesanarrowstraittogofromonecontinenttotheother，Raoulventuredtopredictthetimeinwhichkingswouldbeesteemedaslessthanothermen，Athossaidtohim，inhisserene，persuasivevoice，"Youareright，Raoul;allthatyousaywillhappen;kingswilllosetheirprivileges，asstarswhichhavesurvivedtheir鎜nslosetheirsplendor。？Butwhenthatmomentcomes，Raoul，weshallbedead。？AndrememberwellwhatIsaytoyou。？Inthisworld，all，men，women，andkings，mustliveforthepresent。？WecanonlyliveforthefutureforGod。"
　　ThiswasthemannerinwhichAthosandRaoulwere，asusual，conversing，andwalkingbackwardsandforwardsinthelongalleyoflimesinthepark，whenthebellwhichservedtoannouncetothecomteeitherthehourofdinnerorthearrivalofavisitor，wasrung;and，withoutattachinganyimportancetoit，heturnedtowardsthehousewithhisson;andattheendofthealleytheyfoundthemselvesinthepresenceofAramisandPorthos。
　　ChapterXXVI:
　　TheLastAdieux。
　　Raoulutteredacry，andaffectionatelyembracedPorthos。？AramisandAthosembracedlikeoldmen;andthisembraceitselfbeingaquestionforAramis，heimmediatelysaid，"Myfriend，wehavenotlongtoremainwithyou。"
　　"Ah！"
　　saidthecomte。
　　"Onlytimetotellyouofmygoodfortune，"interruptedPorthos。
　　"Ah！"
　　saidRaoul。
　　AthoslookedsilentlyatAramis，whosesomberairhadalreadyappearedtohimverylittleinharmonywiththegoodnewsPorthoshinted。
　　"Whatisthegoodfortunethathashappenedtoyou？？Letushearit，"saidRaoul，withasmile。
　　"Thekinghasmademeaduke，"saidtheworthyPorthos，withanairofmystery，intheearoftheyoungman，"adukebybrevet。"
　　ButtheasidesofPorthoswerealwaysloudenoughtobeheardbyeverybody。？Hismurmurswereinthediapasonofordinaryroaring。？Athosheardhim，andutteredanexclamationwhichmadeAramisstart。？ThelattertookAthosbythearm，and，afterhavingaskedPorthos'spermissiontosayawordtohisfriendinprivate，"MydearAthos，"hebegan，"youseemeoverwhelmedwithgriefandtrouble。"
　　"Withgriefandtrouble，mydearfriend？"criedthecomte;"oh，what？"
　　"Intwowords。？Ihaveconspiredagainsttheking;thatconspiracyhasfailed，and，atthismoment，Iamdoubtlesspursued。"
　　"Youarepursued！—aconspiracy！？Eh！myfriend，whatdoyoutellme？"
　　"Thesaddesttruth。？Iamentirelyruined。"
　　"Well，butPorthos—thistitleofduke—whatdoesallthatmean？"
　　"Thatisthesubjectofmyseverestpain;thatisthedeepestofmywounds。？Ihave，believingininfalliblesuccess，drawnPorthosintomyconspiracy。？Hethrewhimselfintoit，asyouknowhewoulddo，withallhisstrength，withoutknowingwhathewasabout;andnowheisasmuchcompromisedasmyself—ascompletelyruinedasIam。"
　　"GoodGod！"？AndAthosturnedtowardsPorthos，whowassmilingcomplacently。
　　"I
　　mustmakeyouacquaintedwiththewhole。？Listentome，"continuedAramis;andherelatedthehistoryasweknowit。？Athos，duringtherecital，severaltimesfeltthesweatbreakfromhisforehead。？"Itwasagreatidea，"saidhe，"butagreaterror。"
　　"ForwhichIampunished，Athos。"
　　"Therefore，Iwillnottellyoumyentirethought。"
　　"Tellit，nevertheless。"
　　"Itisacrime。"
　　"A
　　capitalcrime;Iknowitis。？L閟emajest？。"
　　"Porthos！
　　poorPorthos！"
　　"Whatwouldyouadvisemetodo？？Success，asIhavetoldyou，wascertain。"
　　"M。
　　Fouquetisanhonestman。"
　　"AndIafoolforhavingsoill—judgedhim，"saidAramis。？"Oh，thewisdomofman！？Oh，millstonethatgrindstheworld！andwhichisonedaystoppedbyagrainofsandwhichhasfallen，nooneknowshow，betweenitswheels。"
　　"Saybyadiamond，Aramis。？Butthethingisdone。？Howdoyouthinkofacting？"
　　"I
　　amtakingawayPorthos。？Thekingwillneverbelievethatthatworthymanhasactedinnocently。？HenevercanbelievethatPorthoshasthoughthewasservingtheking，whilstactingashehasdone。？Hisheadwouldpaymyfault。？Itshallnot，mustnot，beso。"