"Him，wholeavesmetoperishinadungeon？？No，no。？ForhimIhavenopity！"
　　"Somuchthebetter。"
　　"Hemighthavehimselfcometothisprison，havetakenmebythehand，andhavesaid，'Mybrother，Heavencreatedustolove，nottocontendwithoneanother。？Icometoyou。？Abarbarousprejudicehascondemnedyoutopassyourdaysinobscurity，farfrommankind，deprivedofeveryjoy。？Iwillmakeyousitdownbesideme;Iwillbuckleroundyourwaistourfather'ssword。？Willyoutakeadvantageofthisreconciliationtoputdownorrestrainme？？Willyouemploythatswordtospillmyblood？'？'Oh！never，'Iwouldhaverepliedtohim，'Ilookonyouasmypreserver，Iwillrespectyouasmymaster。？YougivemefarmorethanHeavenbestowed;forthroughyouIpossesslibertyandtheprivilegeoflovingandbeinglovedinthisworld。'"
　　"Andyouwouldhavekeptyourword，monseigneur？"
　　"Onmylife！？Whilenow—nowthatIhaveguiltyonestopunish—"
　　"Inwhatmanner，monseigneur？"
　　"WhatdoyousayastotheresemblancethatHeavenhasgivenmetomybrother？"
　　"Isaythattherewasinthatlikenessaprovidentialinstructionwhichthekingoughttohaveheeded;Isaythatyourmothercommittedacrimeinrenderingthosedifferentinhappinessandfortunewhomnaturecreatedsostartlinglyalike，ofherownflesh，andIconcludethattheobjectofpunishmentshouldbeonlytorestoretheequilibrium。"
　　"Bywhichyoumean—"
　　"ThatifI
　　restoreyoutoyourplaceonyourbrother'sthrone，heshalltakeyoursinprison。"
　　"Alas！
　　there'ssuchinfinityofsufferinginprison，especiallyitwouldbesoforonewhohasdrunksodeeplyofthecupofenjoyment。"
　　"Yourroyalhighnesswillalwaysbefreetoactasyoumaydesire;andifitseemsgoodtoyou，afterpunishment，youwillhaveitinyourpowertopardon。"
　　"Good。？Andnow，areyouawareofonething，monsieur？"
　　"Tellme，myprince。"
　　"ItisthatIwillhearnothingfurtherfromyoutillIamclearoftheBastile。"
　　"IwasgoingtosaytoyourhighnessthatIshouldonlyhavethepleasureofseeingyouonceagain。"
　　"Andwhen？"
　　"Thedaywhenmyprinceleavesthesegloomywalls。"
　　"Heavens！
　　howwillyougivemenoticeofit？"
　　"Bymyselfcomingtofetchyou。"
　　"Yourself？"
　　"Myprince，donotleavethischambersavewithme，orifinmyabsenceyouarecompelledtodoso，rememberthatIamnotconcernedinit。"
　　"AndsoI
　　amnottospeakawordofthistoanyonewhatever，savetoyou？"
　　"Saveonlytome。"？Aramisbowedverylow。？Theprinceofferedhishand。
　　"Monsieur，"
　　hesaid，inatonethatissuedfromhisheart，"onewordmore，mylast。？Ifyouhavesoughtmeformydestruction;ifyouareonlyatoolinthehandsofmyenemies;iffromourconference，inwhichyouhavesoundedthedepthsofmymind，anythingworsethancaptivityresult，thatistosay，ifdeathbefallme，stillreceivemyblessing，foryouwillhaveendedmytroublesandgivenmereposefromthetormentingfeverthathaspreyedonmeforeightlong，wearyyears。"
　　"Monseigneur，waittheresultsereyoujudgeme，"saidAramis。
　　"Isaythat，insuchacase，Iblessandforgiveyou。？If，ontheotherhand，youarecometorestoremetothatpositioninthesunshineoffortuneandglorytowhichIwasdestinedbyHeaven;ifbyyourmeansIamenabledtoliveinthememoryofman，andconferlusteronmyracebydeedsofvalor，orbysolidbenefitsbestoweduponmypeople;if，frommypresentdepthsofsorrow，aidedbyyourgeneroushand，Iraisemyselftotheveryheightofhonor，thentoyou，whomIthankwithblessings，toyouwillI
　　offerhalfmypowerandmyglory:thoughyouwouldstillbebutpartlyrecompensed，andyoursharemustalwaysremainincomplete，sinceIcouldnotdividewithyouthehappinessreceivedatyourhands。"
　　"Monseigneur，"
　　repliedAramis，movedbythepallorandexcitementoftheyoungman，"thenoblenessofyourheartfillsmewithjoyandadmiration。？Itisnotyouwhowillhavetothankme，butratherthenationwhomyouwillrenderhappy，theposteritywhosenameyouwillmakeglorious。？Yes;Ishallindeedhavebestoweduponyoumorethanlife，Ishallhavegivenyouimmortality。"
　　TheprinceofferedhishandtoAramis，whosankuponhiskneeandkissedit。
　　"Itisthefirstactofhomagepaidtoourfutureking，"saidhe。？"WhenIseeyouagain，Ishallsay，'Goodday，sire。'"
　　"Tillthen，"saidtheyoungman，pressinghiswanandwastedfingersoverhisheart，—"tillthen，nomoredreams，nomorestrainonmylife—myheartwouldbreak！？Oh，monsieur，howsmallismyprison—howlowthewindow—hownarrowarethedoors！？Tothinkthatsomuchpride，splendor，andhappiness，shouldbeabletoenterinandtoremainhere！"
　　"Yourroyalhighnessmakesmeproud，"saidAramis，"sinceyouinferitisIwhobroughtallthis。"？Andherappedimmediatelyonthedoor。？ThejailercametoopenitwithBaisemeaux，who，devouredbyfearanduneasiness，wasbeginning，inspiteofhimself，tolistenatthedoor。？Happily，neitherofthespeakershadforgottentosmotherhisvoice，eveninthemostpassionateoutbreaks。
　　"Whataconfessor！"saidthegovernor，forcingalaugh;"whowouldbelievethatacompulsoryrecluse，amanasthoughintheveryjawsofdeath，couldhavecommittedcrimessonumerous，andsolongtotellof？"
　　Aramismadenoreply。？HewaseagertoleavetheBastile，wherethesecretwhichoverwhelmedhimseemedtodoubletheweightofthewalls。？AssoonastheyreachedBaisemeaux'squarters，"Letusproceedtobusiness，mydeargovernor，"saidAramis。
　　"Alas！"
　　repliedBaisemeaux。
　　"Youhavetoaskmeformyreceiptforonehundredandfiftythousandlivres，"saidthebishop。
　　"Andtopayoverthefirstthirdofthesum，"addedthepoorgovernor，withasigh，takingthreestepstowardshisironstrong—box。
　　"Hereisthereceipt，"saidAramis。
　　"Andhereisthemoney，"returnedBaisemeaux，withathreefoldsigh。
　　"Theorderinstructedmeonlytogiveareceipt;itsaidnothingaboutreceivingthemoney，"rejoinedAramis。？"Adieu，monsieurlegoverneur！"
　　Andhedeparted，leavingBaisemeauxalmostmorethanstifledwithjoyandsurpriseatthisregalpresentsoliberallybestowedbytheconfessorextraordinarytotheBastile。
　　ChapterII:
　　HowMoustonHadBecomeFatterwithoutGivingPorthosNoticeThereof，andoftheTroublesWhichConsequentlyBefellthatWorthyGentleman。
　　SincethedepartureofAthosforBlois，PorthosandD'Artagnanwereseldomtogether。？Onewasoccupiedwithharassingdutiesfortheking，theotherhadbeenmakingmanypurchasesoffurniturewhichheintendedtoforwardtohisestate，andbyaidofwhichhehopedtoestablishinhisvariousresidencessomethingofthecourtlyluxuryhehadwitnessedinallitsdazzlingbrightnessinhismajesty'ssociety。？D'Artagnan，everfaithful，onemorningduringanintervalofservicethoughtaboutPorthos，andbeinguneasyatnothavingheardanythingofhimforafortnight，directedhisstepstowardshishotel，andpounceduponhimjustashewasgettingup。？Theworthybaronhadapensive—nay，morethanpensive—melancholyair。？Hewassittingonhisbed，onlyhalf—dressed，andwithlegsdanglingovertheedge，contemplatingahostofgarments，whichwiththeirfringes，lace，embroidery，andslashesofill—assortedhues，werestrewedalloverthefloor。？Porthos，sadandreflectiveasLaFontaine'share，didnotobserveD'Artagnan'sentrance，whichwas，moreover，screenedatthismomentbyM。Mouston，whosepersonalcorpulency，quiteenoughatanytimetohideonemanfromanother，waseffectuallydoubledbyascarletcoatwhichtheintendantwasholdingupforhismaster'sinspection，bythesleeves，thathemightthebetterseeitallover。？D'ArtagnanstoppedatthethresholdandlookedinatthepensivePorthosandthen，asthesightoftheinnumerablegarmentsstrewingthefloorcausedmightysighstoheavethebosomofthatexcellentgentleman，D'Artagnanthoughtittimetoputanendtothesedismalreflections，andcoughedbywayofannouncinghimself。
　　"Ah！"
　　exclaimedPorthos，whosecountenancebrightenedwithjoy;"ah！ah！？HereisD'Artagnan。？Ishallthengetholdofanidea！"
　　AtthesewordsMouston，doubtingwhatwasgoingonbehindhim，gotoutoftheway，smilingkindlyatthefriendofhismaster，whothusfoundhimselffreedfromthematerialobstaclewhichhadpreventedhisreachingD'Artagnan。？Porthosmadehissturdykneescrackagaininrising，andcrossingtheroomintwostrides，foundhimselffacetofacewithhisfriend，whomhefoldedtohisbreastwithaforceofaffectionthatseemedtoincreasewitheveryday。？"Ah！"herepeated，"youarealwayswelcome，dearfriend;
　　butjustnowyouaremorewelcomethanever。"
　　"Butyouseemtohavethemegrimshere！"exclaimedD'Artagnan。
　　Porthosrepliedbyalookexpressiveofdejection。？"Well，then，tellmeallaboutit，Porthos，myfriend，unlessitisasecret。"
　　"Inthefirstplace，"returnedPorthos，"youknowIhavenosecretsfromyou。？This，then，iswhatsaddensme。"
　　"Waitaminute，Porthos;letmefirstgetridofallthislitterofsatinandvelvet！"
　　"Oh，nevermind，"saidPorthos，contemptuously;"itisalltrash。"
　　"Trash，Porthos！？Clothattwenty—fivelivresanell！gorgeoussatin！regalvelvet！"
　　"Thenyouthinktheseclothesare—"
　　"Splendid，Porthos，splendid！？I'llwagerthatyoualoneinFrancehavesomany;andsupposeyouneverhadanymoremade，andweretolivetobeahundredyearsofage，whichwouldn'tastonishmeintheveryleast，youcouldstillwearanewdressthedayofyourdeath，withoutbeingobligedtoseethenoseofasingletailorfromnowtillthen。"
　　Porthosshookhishead。
　　"Come，myfriend，"saidD'Artagnan，"thisunnaturalmelancholyinyoufrightensme。？MydearPorthos，praygetitout，then。？Andthesoonerthebetter。"
　　"Yes，myfriend，soIwill:if，indeed，itispossible。"
　　"PerhapsyouhavereceivedbadnewsfromBracieux？"
　　"No:
　　theyhavefelledthewood，andithasyieldedathirdmorethantheestimate。"
　　"Thentherehasbeenafalling—offinthepoolsofPierrefonds？"
　　"No，myfriend:theyhavebeenfished，andthereisenoughlefttostockallthepoolsintheneighborhood。"
　　"PerhapsyourestateatVallonhasbeendestroyedbyanearthquake？"
　　"No，myfriend;onthecontrary，thegroundwasstruckwithlightningahundredpacesfromthech鈚eau，andafountainsprungupinaplaceentirelydestituteofwater。"
　　"Whatintheworldisthematter，then？"
　　"Thefactis，Ihavereceivedaninvitationforthef阾eatVaux，"saidPorthos，withalugubriousexpression。
　　"Well！
　　doyoucomplainofthat？？Thekinghascausedahundredmortalheart—burningsamongthecourtiersbyrefusinginvitations。？Andso，mydearfriend，youarereallygoingtoVaux？"
　　"IndeedIam！"
　　"Youwillseeamagnificentsight。"
　　"Alas！？Idoubtit，though。"
　　"EverythingthatisgrandinFrancewillbebroughttogetherthere！"
　　"Ah！"
　　criedPorthos，tearingoutalockofhairinhisdespair。
　　"Eh！
　　goodheavens，areyouill？"criedD'Artagnan。
　　"I
　　amasfirmasthePont—Neuf！？Itisn'tthat。"
　　"Butwhatisit，then？"
　　"'TisthatIhavenoclothes！"
　　D'Artagnanstoodpetrified。？"Noclothes！？Porthos，noclothes！"hecried，"whenIseeatleastfiftysuitsonthefloor。"
　　"Fifty，truly;butnotonewhichfitsme！"
　　"What？
　　notonethatfitsyou？？Butareyounotmeasured，then，whenyougiveanorder？"
　　"Tobesureheis，"answeredMouston;"butunfortunatelyIhavegottenstouter！"
　　"What！youstouter！"？"SomuchsothatIamnowbiggerthanthebaron。？Wouldyoubelieveit，monsieur？"
　　"Parbleu！itseemstomethatisquiteevident。"
　　"Doyousee，stupid？"saidPorthos，"thatisquiteevident！"
　　"Bestill，mydearPorthos，"resumedD'Artagnan，becomingslightlyimpatient，"Idon'tunderstandwhyyourclothesshouldnotfityou，becauseMoustonhasgrownstouter。"
　　"I
　　amgoingtoexplainit，"saidPorthos。？"YourememberhavingrelatedtomethestoryoftheRomangeneralAntony，whohadalwayssevenwildboarskeptroasting，eachcookeduptoadifferentpoint;sothathemightbeabletohavehisdinneratanytimeofthedayhechosetoaskforit。？Well，then，Iresolved，asatanytimeImightbeinvitedtocourttospendaweek，I
　　resolvedtohavealwayssevensuitsreadyfortheoccasion。"
　　"Capitallyreasoned，Porthos—onlyamanmusthaveafortunelikeyourstogratifysuchwhims。？Withoutcountingthetimelostinbeingmeasured，thefashionsarealwayschanging。"
　　"Thatisexactlythepoint，"saidPorthos，"inregardtowhichIflatteredmyselfIhadhitonaveryingeniousdevice。"
　　"Tellmewhatitis;forIdon'tdoubtyourgenius。"
　　"YourememberwhatMoustononcewas，then？"
　　"Yes;
　　whenheusedtocallhimselfMousqueton。"
　　"Andyouremember，too，theperiodwhenhebegantogrowfatter？"
　　"No，notexactly。？Ibegyourpardon，mygoodMouston。"
　　"Oh！
　　youarenotinfault，monsieur，"saidMouston，graciously。？"YouwereinParis，andasforus，wewereatPierrefonds。"
　　"Well，well，mydearPorthos;therewasatimewhenMoustonbegantogrowfat。？Isthatwhatyouwishedtosay？"
　　"Yes，myfriend;andIgreatlyrejoiceovertheperiod。"
　　"Indeed，Ibelieveyoudo，"exclaimedD'Artagnan。
　　"Youunderstand，"continuedPorthos，"whataworldoftroubleitsparedforme。"
　　"No，Idon't—byanymeans。"
　　"Lookhere，myfriend。？Inthefirstplace，asyouhavesaid，tobemeasuredisalossoftime，eventhoughitoccuronlyonceafortnight。？Andthen，onemaybetravelling;andthenyouwishtohavesevensuitsalwayswithyou。？Inshort，Ihaveahorroroflettinganyonetakemymeasure。？Confoundit！eitheroneisanoblemanornot。？Tobescrutinizedandscannedbyafellowwhocompletelyanalyzesyou，byinchandline—'tisdegrading！？Here，theyfindyoutoohollow;there，tooprominent。？Theyrecognizeyourstrongandweakpoints。？See，now，whenweleavethemeasurer'shands，wearelikethosestrongholdswhoseanglesanddifferentthicknesseshavebeenascertainedbyaspy。"
　　"Intruth，mydearPorthos，youpossessideasentirelyoriginal。"
　　"Ah！
　　youseewhenamanisanengineer—"
　　"AndhasfortifiedBelle—Isle—'tisnatural，myfriend。"
　　"Well，Ihadanidea，whichwoulddoubtlesshaveprovedagoodone，butforMouston'scarelessness。"
　　D'ArtagnanglancedatMouston，whorepliedbyaslightmovementofhisbody，asiftosay，"YouwillseewhetherIamatalltoblameinallthis。"
　　"I
　　congratulatedmyself，then，"resumedPorthos，"atseeingMoustongetfat;andIdidallIcould，bymeansofsubstantialfeeding，tomakehimstout—alwaysinthehopethathewouldcometoequalmyselfingirth，andcouldthenbemeasuredinmystead。"
　　"Ah！"criedD'Artagnan。？"Isee—thatsparedyoubothtimeandhumiliation。"
　　"Considermyjoywhen，afterayearandahalf'sjudiciousfeeding—forIusedtofeedhimupmyself—thefellow—"
　　"Oh！？Ilentagoodhandmyself，monsieur，"saidMouston，humbly。
　　"That'strue。？Considermyjoywhen，onemorning，IperceivedMoustonwasobligedtosqueezein，asIoncedidmyself，togetthroughthelittlesecretdoorthatthosefoolsofarchitectshadmadeinthechamberofthelateMadameduVallon，inthech鈚eauofPierrefonds。？And，bytheway，aboutthatdoor，myfriend，Ishouldliketoaskyou，whoknoweverything，whythesewretchesofarchitects，whooughttohavethecompassesrunintothem，justtoremindthem，cametomakedoorwaysthroughwhichnobodybutthinpeoplecanpass？"
　　"Oh，thosedoors，"answeredD'Artagnan，"weremeantforgallants，andtheyhavegenerallyslightandslenderfigures。"
　　"MadameduVallonhadnogallant！"answeredPorthos，majestically。
　　"Perfectlytrue，myfriend，"resumedD'Artagnan;"butthearchitectswereprobablymakingtheircalculationsonabasisoftheprobabilityofyourmarryingagain。"
　　"Ah！
　　thatispossible，"saidPorthos。？"AndnowIhavereceivedanexplanationofhowitisthatdoorwaysaremadetoonarrow，letusreturntothesubjectofMouston'sfatness。？Butseehowthetwothingsapplytoeachother。？Ihavealwaysnoticedthatpeople'sideasrunparallel。？Andso，observethisphenomenon，D'Artagnan。？I
　　wastalkingtoyouofMouston，whoisfat，anditledusontoMadameduVallon—"
　　"Whowasthin？"
　　"Hum！？Isitnotmarvelous？"
　　"Mydearfriend，asavantofmyacquaintance，M。Costar，hasmadethesameobservationasyouhave，andhecallstheprocessbysomeGreeknamewhichIforget。"
　　"What！
　　myremarkisnotthenoriginal？"criedPorthos，astounded。？"IthoughtIwasthediscoverer。"
　　"Myfriend，thefactwasknownbeforeAristotle'sdays—thatistosay，nearlytwothousandyearsago。"
　　"Well，well，'tisnolesstrue，"saidPorthos，delightedattheideaofhavingjumpedtoaconclusionsocloselyinagreementwiththegreatestsagesofantiquity。
　　"Wonderfully—butsupposewereturntoMouston。？Itseemstome，wehavelefthimfatteningunderourveryeyes。"
　　"Yes，monsieur，"saidMouston。
　　"Well，"
　　saidPorthos，"Moustonfattenedsowell，thathegratifiedallmyhopes，byreachingmystandard;afactofwhichIwaswellabletoconvincemyself，byseeingtherascal，oneday，inawaistcoatofmine，whichhehadturnedintoacoat—awaistcoat，themereembroideryofwhichwasworthahundredpistoles。"
　　"'Twasonlytotryiton，monsieur，"saidMouston。
　　"FromthatmomentIdeterminedtoputMoustonincommunicationwithmytailors，andtohavehimmeasuredinsteadofmyself。"
　　"A
　　capitalidea，Porthos;butMoustonisafootandahalfshorterthanyou。"
　　"Exactly！？Theymeasuredhimdowntotheground，andtheendoftheskirtcamejustbelowmyknee。"
　　"Whatamarvelousmanyouare，Porthos！？Suchathingcouldhappenonlytoyou。"
　　"Ah！
　　yes;payyourcompliments;youhaveamplegroundstogoupon。？Itwasexactlyatthattime—thatistosay，nearlytwoyearsandahalfago—thatIsetoutforBelle—Isle，instructingMouston（soasalwaystohave，ineveryevent，apatternofeveryfashion）tohaveacoatmadeforhimselfeverymonth。"
　　"AnddidMoustonneglectcomplyingwithyourinstructions？？Ah！thatwasanythingbutright，Mouston。"
　　"No，monsieur，quitethecontrary;quitethecontrary！"
　　"No，heneverforgottohavehiscoatsmade;butheforgottoinformmethathehadgotstouter！"
　　"Butitwasnotmyfault，monsieur！yourtailornevertoldme。"
　　"Andthistosuchanextent，monsieur，"continuedPorthos，"thatthefellowintwoyearshasgainedeighteeninchesingirth，andsomylastdozencoatsarealltoolarge，fromafoottoafootandahalf。"
　　"Buttherest;thosewhichweremadewhenyouwereofthesamesize？"
　　"Theyarenolongerthefashion，mydearfriend。？WereItoputthemon，IshouldlooklikeafresharrivalfromSiam;andasthoughIhadbeentwoyearsawayfromcourt。"
　　"I
　　understandyourdifficulty。？Youhavehowmanynewsuits？nine？thirty—six？andyetnotonetowear。？Well，youmusthaveathirty—seventhmade，andgivethethirty—sixtoMouston。"
　　"Ah！
　　monsieur！"saidMouston，withagratifiedair。？"Thetruthis，thatmonsieurhasalwaysbeenverygeneroustome。"
　　"DoyoumeantoinsinuatethatIhadn'tthatidea，orthatIwasdeterredbytheexpense？？Butitwantsonlytwodaystothef阾e;Ireceivedtheinvitationyesterday;madeMoustonposthitherwithmywardrobe，andonlythismorningdiscoveredmymisfortune;andfromnowtillthedayafterto—morrow，thereisn'tasinglefashionabletailorwhowillundertaketomakemeasuit。"
　　"Thatistosay，onecoveredalloverwithgold，isn'tit？"
　　"I
　　wishitso！undoubtedly，allover。"
　　"Oh，weshallmanageit。？Youwon'tleaveforthreedays。？TheinvitationsareforWednesday，andthisisonlySundaymorning。"
　　"'Tistrue;butAramishasstronglyadvisedmetobeatVauxtwenty—fourhoursbeforehand。"
　　"How，Aramis？"
　　"Yes，itwasAramiswhobroughtmetheinvitation。"
　　"Ah！
　　tobesure，Isee。？YouareinvitedonthepartofM。Fouquet？"
　　"Bynomeans！bytheking，dearfriend。？Theletterbearsthefollowingaslargeaslife:'M。leBaronduVallonisinformedthatthekinghascondescendedtoplacehimontheinvitationlist—'"
　　"Verygood;butyouleavewithM。Fouquet？"
　　"AndwhenIthink，"criedPorthos，stampingonthefloor，"whenIthinkI
　　shallhavenoclothes，Iamreadytoburstwithrage！？Ishouldliketostranglesomebodyorsmashsomething！"
　　"Neitherstrangleanybodynorsmashanything，Porthos;Iwillmanageitall;putononeofyourthirty—sixsuits，andcomewithmetoatailor。"
　　"Pooh！
　　myagenthasseenthemallthismorning。"
　　"EvenM。Percerin？"
　　"WhoisM。Percerin？"
　　"Oh！
　　onlytheking'stailor！"
　　"Oh，ah，yes，"saidPorthos，whowishedtoappeartoknowtheking'stailor，butnowheardhisnamementionedforthefirsttime;"toM。Percerin's，byJove！？Iwasafraidhewouldbetoobusy。"
　　"Doubtlesshewillbe;butbeatease，Porthos;hewilldoformewhathewouldn'tdoforanother。？Onlyyoumustallowyourselftobemeasured！"
　　"Ah！"
　　saidPorthos，withasigh，"'tisvexatious，butwhatwouldyouhavemedo？"
　　"Do？？Asothersdo;asthekingdoes。"
　　"What！
　　dotheymeasuretheking，too？doesheputupwithit？"
　　"Thekingisabeau，mygoodfriend，andsoareyou，too，whateveryoumaysayaboutit。"
　　Porthossmiledtriumphantly。？"Letusgototheking'stailor，"hesaid;"andsincehemeasurestheking，I
　　think，bymyfaith，Imaydoworsethanallowhimtomeasureme！"
　　ChapterIII:
　　WhoMessireJeanPercerinWas。
　　Theking'stailor，MessireJeanPercerin，occupiedaratherlargehouseintheRueSt。Honor？neartheRuedel'ArbreSec。？Hewasamanofgreattasteinelegantstuffs，embroideries，andvelvets，beinghereditarytailortotheking。？TheprefermentofhishousereachedasfarbackasthetimeofCharlesIX。;fromwhosereigndated，asweknow，fancyinbraverydifficultenoughtogratify。？ThePercerinofthatperiodwasaHuguenot，likeAmbrosePar？