"Bydelicateattentions？bysomehappydevice？byasuccessionofsurprises，likethatofwhichweweretalking？—theenrolmentofourEpicureans。"
　　"Admirable。"
　　"Well，then;thisisthesurpriseweintend。？M。Lebrunhereisamanwhodrawsmostexcellently。"
　　"Yes，"
　　saidPercerin;"Ihaveseenhispictures，andobservedthathisdresseswerehighlyelaborated。？ThatiswhyI
　　atonceagreedtomakehimacostume—whethertoagreewiththoseoftheEpicureans，oranoriginalone。"
　　"Mydearmonsieur，weacceptyouroffer，andshallpresentlyavailourselvesofit;
　　butjustnow，M。Lebrunisnotinwantofthedressesyouwillmakeforhimself，butofthoseyouaremakingfortheking。"
　　Percerinmadeaboundbackwards，whichD'Artagnan—calmestandmostappreciativeofmen，didnotconsideroverdone，somanystrangeandstartlingaspectsworetheproposalwhichAramishadjusthazarded。？"Theking'sdresses！？Givetheking'sdressestoanymortalwhatever！？Oh！foronce，monseigneur，yourgraceismad！"criedthepoortailorinextremity。
　　"Helpmenow，D'Artagnan，"saidAramis，moreandmorecalmandsmiling。？"Helpmenowtopersuademonsieur，foryouunderstand;doyounot？"
　　"Eh！
　　eh！—notexactly，Ideclare。"
　　"What！
　　youdonotunderstandthatM。FouquetwishestoaffordthekingthesurpriseoffindinghisportraitonhisarrivalatVaux;andthattheportrait，whichbeastrikingresemblance，oughttobedressedexactlyasthekingwillbeonthedayitisshown？"
　　"Oh！
　　yes，yes，"saidthemusketeer，nearlyconvinced，soplausiblewasthisreasoning。？"Yes，mydearAramis，youareright;itisahappyidea。？I
　　willwageritisoneofyourown，Aramis。"
　　"Well，Idon'tknow，"repliedthebishop;"eithermineorM。
　　Fouquet's。"？ThenscanningPercerin，afternoticingD'Artagnan'shesitation，"Well，MonsieurPercerin，"heasked，"whatdoyousaytothis？"
　　"I
　　say，that—"
　　"Thatyouare，doubtless，freetorefuse。？I
　　knowwell—andIbynomeanscountuponcompellingyou，mydearmonsieur。？Iwillsaymore，IevenunderstandallthedelicacyyoufeelintakingupwithM。Fouquet'sidea;youdreadappearingtoflattertheking。？Anoblespirit，M。
　　Percerin，anoblespirit！"？Thetailorstammered。？"Itwould，indeed，beaveryprettycomplimenttopaytheyoungprince，"continuedAramis;"butasthesurintendanttoldme，'ifPercerinrefuse，tellhimthatitwillnotatalllowerhiminmyopinion，andIshallalwaysesteemhim，only—'"
　　"'Only？'"
　　repeatedPercerin，rathertroubled。
　　"'Only，'"
　　continuedAramis，"'Ishallbecompelledtosaytotheking，'—youunderstand，mydearMonsieurPercerin，thattheseareM。Fouquet'swords，—'I
　　shallbeconstrainedtosaytotheking，"Sire，Ihadintendedtopresentyourmajestywithyourportrait，butowingtoafeelingofdelicacy，slightlyexaggeratedperhaps，althoughcreditable，M。Percerinopposedtheproject。"'"
　　"Opposed！"
　　criedthetailor，terrifiedattheresponsibilitywhichwouldweighuponhim;
　　"Itoopposethedesire，thewillofM。Fouquetwhenheisseekingtopleasetheking！？Oh，whatahatefulwordyouhaveuttered，monseigneur。？Oppose！？Oh，'tisnotIwhosaidit，Heavenhavemercyonme。？Icallthecaptainofthemusketeerstowitnessit！？Isitnottrue，Monsieurd'Artagnan，thatIhaveopposednothing？"
　　D'Artagnanmadeasignindicatingthathewishedtoremainneutral。？Hefeltthattherewasanintrigueatthebottomofit，whethercomedyortragedy;hewasathiswit'sendatnotbeingabletofathomit，butinthemeanwhilewishedtokeepclear。
　　ButalreadyPercerin，goadedbytheideathatthekingwastobetoldhestoodinthewayofapleasantsurprise，hadofferedLebrunachair，andproceededtobringfromawardrobefourmagnificentdresses，thefifthbeingstillintheworkmen'shands;andthesemasterpieceshesuccessivelyfitteduponfourlayfigures，which，importedintoFranceinthetimeofConcini，hadbeengiventoPercerinII。byMarshald'Onore，afterthediscomfitureoftheItaliantailorsruinedintheircompetition。？Thepaintersettoworktodrawandthentopaintthedresses。？ButAramis，whowascloselywatchingallthephasesofhistoil，suddenlystoppedhim。
　　"I
　　thinkyouhavenotquitegotit，mydearLebrun，"hesaid;"yourcolorswilldeceiveyou，andoncanvasweshalllackthatexactresemblancewhichisabsolutelyrequisite。？Timeisnecessaryforattentivelyobservingthefinershades。"
　　"Quitetrue，"saidPercerin，"buttimeiswanting，andonthathead，youwillagreewithme，monseigneur，Icandonothing。"
　　"Thentheaffairwillfail，"saidAramis，quietly，"andthatbecauseofawantofprecisioninthecolors。"
　　NeverthelessLebrunwentoncopyingthematerialsandornamentswiththeclosestfidelity—
　　aprocesswhichAramiswatchedwithill—concealedimpatience。
　　"Whatintheworld，now，isthemeaningofthisimbroglio？"themusketeerkeptsayingtohimself。
　　"Thatwillneverdo，"saidAramis:"M。Lebrun，closeyourbox，androllupyourcanvas。"
　　"But，monsieur，"criedthevexedpainter，"thelightisabominablehere。"
　　"Anidea，M。Lebrun，anidea！？Ifwehadapatternofthematerials，forexample，andwithtime，andabetterlight—
　　"
　　"Oh，then，"criedLebrun，"Iwouldanswerfortheeffect。"
　　"Good！"
　　saidD'Artagnan，"thisoughttobetheknottypointofthewholething;
　　theywantapatternofeachofthematerials。？Mordioux！？WillthisPerceringiveinnow？"
　　Percerin，beatenfromhislastretreat，andduped，moreover，bythefeignedgood—natureofAramis，cutoutfivepatternsandhandedthemtothebishopofVannes。
　　"I
　　likethisbetter。？Thatisyouropinion，isitnot？"saidAramistoD'Artagnan。
　　"MydearAramis，"saidD'Artagnan，"myopinionisthatyouarealwaysthesame。"
　　"And，consequently，alwaysyourfriend，"saidthebishopinacharmingtone。
　　"Yes，yes，"saidD'Artagnan，aloud;then，inalowvoice，"IfIamyourdupe，doubleJesuitthatyouare，Iwillnotbeyouraccomplice;andtopreventit，'tistimeIleftthisplace。—Adieu，Aramis，"headdedaloud，"adieu;IamgoingtorejoinPorthos。"
　　"Thenwaitforme，"saidAramis，pocketingthepatterns，"forIhavedone，andshallbegladtosayapartingwordtoourdearoldfriend。"
　　Lebrunpackeduphispaintsandbrushes，Percerinputbackthedressesintothecloset，Aramisputhishandonhispockettoassurehimselfthepatternsweresecure，—andtheyallleftthestudy。
　　ChapterV:
　　Where，Probably，Moli鑢eObtainedHisFirstIdeaoftheBourgeoisGentilhomme。
　　D'ArtagnanfoundPorthosintheadjoiningchamber;butnolongeranirritatedPorthos，oradisappointedPorthos，butPorthosradiant，blooming，fascinating，andchatteringwithMoli鑢e，whowaslookinguponhimwithaspeciesofidolatry，andasamanwouldwhohadnotonlyneverseenanythinggreater，butnoteveneveranythingsogreat。？AramiswentstraightuptoPorthosandofferedhimhiswhitehand，whichlostitselfinthegiganticclaspofhisoldfriend，—anoperationwhichAramisneverhazardedwithoutacertainuneasiness。？Butthefriendlypressurehavingbeenperformednottoopainfullyforhim，thebishopofVannespassedovertoMoli鑢e。
　　"Well，monsieur，"saidhe，"willyoucomewithmetoSaint—Mand？;
　　"I
　　willgoanywhereyoulike，monseigneur，"answeredMoli鑢e。
　　"ToSaint—Mand？;criedPorthos，surprisedatseeingtheproudbishopofVannesfraternizingwithajourneymantailor。？"What，Aramis，areyougoingtotakethisgentlemantoSaint—Mand？;
　　"Yes，"
　　saidAramis，smiling，"ourworkispressing。"
　　"Andbesides，mydearPorthos，"continuedD'Artagnan，"M。Moli鑢eisnotaltogetherwhatheseems。"
　　"Inwhatway？"askedPorthos。
　　"Why，thisgentlemanisoneofM。Percerin'schiefclerks，andisexpectedatSaint—Mand？totryonthedresseswhichM。FouquethasorderedfortheEpicureans";
　　"'Tispreciselyso，"saidMoli鑢e。
　　"Yes，monsieur。"
　　"Come，then，mydearM。Moli鑢e，"saidAramis，"thatis，ifyouhavedonewithM。duVallon。"
　　"Wehavefinished，"repliedPorthos。
　　"Andyouaresatisfied？"askedD'Artagnan。
　　"Completelyso，"repliedPorthos。
　　Moli鑢etookhisleaveofPorthoswithmuchceremony，andgraspedthehandwhichthecaptainofthemusketeersfurtivelyofferedhim。
　　"Pray，monsieur，"concludedPorthos，mincingly，"aboveall，beexact。"
　　"Youwillhaveyourdressthedayafterto—morrow，monsieurlebaron，"answeredMoli鑢e。？AndheleftwithAramis。
　　ThenD'Artagnan，takingPorthos'sarm，"Whathasthistailordoneforyou，mydearPorthos，"heasked，"thatyouaresopleasedwithhim？"
　　"Whathashedoneforme，myfriend！doneforme！"criedPorthos，enthusiastically。
　　"Yes，Iaskyou，whathashedoneforyou？"
　　"Myfriend，hehasdonethatwhichnotailoreveryetaccomplished:hehastakenmymeasurewithouttouchingme！"
　　"Ah，bah！tellmehowhedidit。"
　　"First，then，theywent，Idon'tknowwhere，foranumberoflayfigures，ofallheightsandsizes，hopingtherewouldbeonetosuitmine，butthelargest—
　　thatofthedrum—majoroftheSwissguard—wastwoinchestooshort，andahalffoottoonarrowinthechest。"
　　"Indeed！"
　　"ItisexactlyasItellyou，D'Artagnan;butheisagreatman，orattheveryleastagreattailor，isthisM。Moli鑢e。？Hewasnotatallputatfaultbythecircumstance。"
　　"Whatdidhedo，then？"
　　"Oh！
　　itisaverysimplematter。？I'faith，'tisanunheard—ofthingthatpeopleshouldhavebeensostupidasnottohavediscoveredthismethodfromthefirst。？Whatannoyanceandhumiliationtheywouldhavesparedme！"
　　"Nottomentionofthecostumes，mydearPorthos。"
　　"Yes，thirtydresses。"
　　"Well，mydearPorthos，come，tellmeM。Moli鑢e'splan。"
　　"Moli鑢e？？Youcallhimso，doyou？？Ishallmakeapointofrecollectinghisname。"
　　"Yes;
　　orPoquelin，ifyoupreferthat。"
　　"No;
　　IlikeMoli鑢ebest。？WhenIwishtorecollecthisname，Ishallthinkofvoli鑢e[anaviary];andasIhaveoneatPierrefonds—"
　　"Capital！"returnedD'Artagnan。？"AndM。Moli鑢e'splan？"
　　"'Tisthis:insteadofpullingmetopieces，asalltheserascalsdo—ofmakingmebendmyback，anddoublemyjoints—allofthemlowanddishonorablepractices—"？D'Artagnanmadeasignofapprobationwithhishead。？"'Monsieur，'hesaidtome，"continuedPorthos，"'agentlemanoughttomeasurehimself。？Domethepleasuretodrawnearthisglass;'andIdrewneartheglass。？ImustownIdidnotexactlyunderstandwhatthisgoodM。Voli鑢ewantedwithme。"
　　"Moli鑢e！"
　　"Ah！yes，Moli鑢e—
　　Moli鑢e。？Andasthefearofbeingmeasuredstillpossessedme，'Takecare，'saidItohim，'whatyouaregoingtodowithme;Iamveryticklish，Iwarnyou。'？Buthe，withhissoftvoice（forheisacourteousfellow，wemustadmit，myfriend），hewithhissoftvoice，'Monsieur，'saidhe，'thatyourdressmayfityouwell，itmustbemadeaccordingtoyourfigure。？Yourfigureisexactlyreflectedinthismirror。？Weshalltakethemeasureofthisreflection。'"
　　"Infact，"saidD'Artagnan，"yousawyourselfintheglass;butwheredidtheyfindoneinwhichyoucouldseeyourwholefigure？"
　　"Mygoodfriend，itistheveryglassinwhichthekingisusedtolooktoseehimself。"
　　"Yes;
　　butthekingisafootandahalfshorterthanyouare。"
　　"Ah！
　　well，Iknownothowthatmaybe;itis，nodoubt，acunningwayofflatteringtheking;butthelooking—glasswastoolargeforme。？'TistruethatitsheightwasmadeupofthreeVenetianplatesofglass，placedoneaboveanother，anditsbreadthofthreesimilarparallelogramsinjuxtaposition。"
　　"Oh，Porthos！whatexcellentwordsyouhavecommandof。？Whereintheworddidyouacquiresuchavoluminousvocabulary？"
　　"AtBelle—Isle。？AramisandIhadtousesuchwordsinourstrategicstudiesandcastramentativeexperiments。"
　　D'Artagnanrecoiled，asthoughthesesquipedaliansyllableshadknockedthebreathoutofhisbody。
　　"Ah！
　　verygood。？Letusreturntothelooking—glass，myfriend。"
　　"Then，thisgoodM。Voli鑢e—"
　　"Moli鑢e。"
　　"Yes—Moli鑢e—youareright。？Youwillseenow，mydearfriend，thatIshallrecollecthisnamequitewell。？ThisexcellentM。Moli鑢esettoworktracingoutlinesonthemirror，withapieceofSpanishchalk，followinginallthemakeofmyarmsandmyshoulders，allthewhileexpoundingthismaxim，whichIthoughtadmirable:'Itisadvisablethatadressshouldnotincommodeitswearer。'"
　　"Inreality，"saidD'Artagnan，"thatisanexcellentmaxim，whichis，unfortunately，seldomcarriedoutinpractice。"
　　"ThatiswhyIfounditallthemoreastonishing，whenheexpatiateduponit。"
　　"Ah！
　　heexpatiated？"
　　"Parbleu！"
　　"Letmehearhistheory。"
　　"'Seeingthat，'hecontinued，'onemay，inawkwardcircumstances，orinatroublesomeposition，haveone'sdoubletonone'sshoulder，andnotdesiretotakeone'sdoubletoff—'"
　　"True，"saidD'Artagnan。
　　"'Andso，'continuedM。Voli鑢e—"
　　"Moli鑢e。"
　　"Moli鑢e，yes。？'Andso，'wentonM。
　　Moli鑢e，'youwanttodrawyoursword，monsieur，andyouhaveyourdoubletonyourback。？Whatdoyoudo？'
　　"'I
　　takeitoff，'Ianswered。
　　"'Well，no，'hereplied。
　　"'Howno？'
　　"'I
　　saythatthedressshouldbesowellmade，thatitwillinnowayencumberyou，evenindrawingyoursword。'
　　"'Ah，ah！'
　　"'Throwyourselfonguard，'pursuedhe。
　　"Ididitwithsuchwondrousfirmness，thattwopanesofglassburstoutofthewindow。
　　"''Tisnothing，nothing，'saidhe。？'Keepyourposition。'
　　"I
　　raisedmyleftarmintheair，theforearmgracefullybent，theruffledrooping，andmywristcurved，whilemyrightarm，halfextended，securelycoveredmywristwiththeelbow，andmybreastwiththewrist。"
　　"Yes，"
　　saidD'Artagnan，"'tisthetrueguard—theacademicguard。"
　　"Youhavesaidtheveryword，dearfriend。？Inthemeanwhile，Voli鑢e—"
　　"Moli鑢e。"
　　"Hold！？Ishouldcertainly，afterall，prefertocallhim—whatdidyousayhisothernamewas？"
　　"Poquelin。"
　　"IprefertocallhimPoquelin。"
　　"Andhowwillyourememberthisnamebetterthantheother？"
　　"Youunderstand，hecallshimselfPoquelin，doeshenot？"
　　"Yes。"
　　"IfIweretocalltomindMadameCoquenard。"
　　"Good。"
　　"AndchangeCocintoPoc，nardintolin;andinsteadofCoquenardIshallhavePoquelin。"
　　"'Tiswonderful，"criedD'Artagnan，astounded。？"Goon，myfriend，Iamlisteningtoyouwithadmiration。"
　　"ThisCoquelinsketchedmyarmontheglass。"
　　"Ibegyourpardon—Poquelin。"
　　"WhatdidI
　　say，then？"
　　"YousaidCoquelin。"
　　"Ah！
　　true。？ThisPoquelin，then，sketchedmyarmontheglass;buthetookhistimeoverit;hekeptlookingatmeagooddeal。？Thefactis，thatImusthavebeenlookingparticularlyhandsome。"
　　"'Doesitwearyyou？'heasked。
　　"'A
　　little，'Ireplied，bendingalittleinmyhands，'butIcouldholdoutforanhourorsolonger。'
　　"'No，no，Iwillnotallowit;thewillingfellowswillmakeitadutytosupportyourarms，asofold，mensupportedthoseoftheprophet。'
　　"'Verygood，'Ianswered。
　　"'Thatwillnotbehumiliatingtoyou？'
　　"'Myfriend，'saidI，'thereis，Ithink，agreatdifferencebetweenbeingsupportedandbeingmeasured。'"
　　"Thedistinctionisfullofthesoundestsense，"interruptedD'Artagnan。
　　"Then，"
　　continuedPorthos，"hemadeasign:twoladsapproached;onesupportedmyleftarm，whiletheother，withinfiniteaddress，supportedmyright。"
　　"'Another，myman，'criedhe。？Athirdapproached。？'Supportmonsieurbythewaist，'saidhe。？Thegar鏾ncomplied。"
　　"Sothatyouwereatrest？"askedD'Artagnan。
　　"Perfectly;
　　andPocquenarddrewmeontheglass。"
　　"Poquelin，myfriend。"
　　"Poquelin—
　　youareright。？Stay，decidedlyIprefercallinghimVoli鑢e。"
　　"Yes;andthenitwasover，wasn'tit？"
　　"DuringthattimeVoli鑢edrewmeasIappearedinthemirror。"
　　"'Twasdelicateinhim。"
　　"Imuchliketheplan;itisrespectful，andkeepseveryoneinhisplace。"
　　"Andthereitended？"
　　"Withoutasoulhavingtouchedme，myfriend。"
　　"Exceptthethreegar鏾nswhosupportedyou。"
　　"Doubtless;
　　butIhave，Ithink，alreadyexplainedtoyouthedifferencethereisbetweensupportingandmeasuring。"
　　"'Tistrue，"answeredD'Artagnan;whosaidafterwardstohimself，"I'faith，Igreatlydeceivemyself，orIhavebeenthemeansofagoodwindfalltothatrascalMoli鑢e，andweshallassuredlyseethescenehitofftothelifeinsomecomedyorother。"？Porthossmiled。
　　"Whatareyoulaughingat？"askedD'Artagnan。
　　"MustI
　　confess？？Well，Iwaslaughingovermygoodfortune。"
　　"Oh，thatistrue;Idon'tknowahappiermanthanyou。？Butwhatisthislastpieceofluckthathasbefallenyou？'
　　"Well，mydearfellow，congratulateme。"
　　"Idesirenothingbetter。"
　　"ItseemsthatIamthefirstwhohashadhismeasuretakeninthatmanner。"
　　"Areyousosureofit？'
　　"Nearlyso。？CertainsignsofintelligencewhichpassedbetweenVoli鑢eandtheothergar鏾nsshowedmethefact。"
　　"Well，myfriend，thatdoesnotsurprisemefromMoli鑢e，"saidD'Artagnan。
　　"Voli鑢e，myfriend。"
　　"Oh，no，no，indeed！？IamverywillingtoleaveyoutogoonsayingVoli鑢e;but，asforme，IshallcontinuedtosayMoli鑢e。？Well，this，Iwassaying，doesnotsurpriseme，comingfromMoli鑢e，whoisaveryingeniousfellow，andinspiredyouwiththisgrandidea。"
　　"Itwillbeofgreatusetohimbyandby，Iamsure。"
　　"Won'titbeofusetohim，indeed？？Ibelieveyou，itwill，andthatinthehighestdegree;—foryouseemyfriendMoli鑢eisofallknowntailorsthemanwhobestclothesourbarons，comtes，andmarquises—accordingtotheirmeasure。"
　　Onthisobservation，neithertheapplicationnordepthofwhichweshalldiscuss，D'ArtagnanandPorthosquittedM。dePercerin'shouseandrejoinedtheircarriages，whereinwewillleavethem，inordertolookafterMoli鑢eandAramisatSaint—Mand？
　　ChapterVI:
　　TheBee—Hive，theBees，andtheHoney。
　　ThebishopofVannes，muchannoyedathavingmetD'ArtagnanatM。Percerin's，returnedtoSaint—Mand？innoverygoodhumor。？Moli鑢e，ontheotherhand，quitedelightedathavingmadesuchacapitalroughsketch，andatknowingwheretofindhisoriginalagain，wheneverheshoulddesiretoconverthissketchintoapicture，Moli鑢earrivedinthemerriestofmoods。？AllthefirststoryoftheleftwingwasoccupiedbythemostcelebratedEpicureansinParis，andthoseonthefreestfootinginthehouse—everyoneinhiscompartment，likethebeesintheircells，employedinproducingthehoneyintendedforthatroyalcakewhichM。FouquetproposedtoofferhismajestyLouisXIV。duringthef阾eatVaux。？P閘isson，hisheadleaningonhishand，wasengagedindrawingouttheplanoftheprologuetothe"F鈉heux，"acomedyinthreeacts，whichwastobeputonthestagebyPoquelindeMoli鑢e，asD'Artagnancalledhim，orCoquelindeVoli鑢e，asPorthosstyledhim。？Loret，withallthecharminginnocenceofagazetteer，—thegazetteersofallageshavealwaysbeensoartless！—Loretwascomposinganaccountofthef阾esatVaux，beforethosef阾eshadtakenplace。？LaFontainesaunteredaboutfromonetotheother，aperipatetic，absent—minded，boring，unbearabledreamer，whokeptbuzzingandhummingateverybody'selbowathousandpoeticabstractions。？HesooftendisturbedP閘isson，thatthelatter，raisinghishead，crosslysaid，"Atleast，LaFontaine，supplymewitharhyme，sinceyouhavetherunofthegardensatParnassus。"
　　"Whatrhymedoyouwant？"askedtheFablerasMadamedeS関ign？usedtocallhim。
　　"I
　　wantarhymetolumi鑢e。"
　　"Orni鑢e，"
　　answeredLaFontaine。
　　"Ah，but，mygoodfriend，onecannottalkofwheel—rutswhencelebratingthedelightsofVaux，"saidLoret。
　　"Besides，itdoesn'trhyme，"answeredP閘isson。
　　"What！
　　doesn'trhyme！"criedLaFontaine，insurprise。
　　"Yes;
　　youhaveanabominablehabit，myfriend，—ahabitwhichwilleverpreventyourbecomingapoetofthefirstorder。？Yourhymeinaslovenlymanner。"
　　"Oh，oh，youthinkso，doyou，P閘isson？"
　　"Yes，Ido，indeed。？Rememberthatarhymeisnevergoodsolongasonecanfindabetter。"
　　"ThenIwillneverwriteanythingagainsaveinprose，"saidLaFontaine，whohadtakenupP閘isson'sreproachinearnest。？"Ah！？IoftensuspectedI
　　wasnothingbutarascallypoet！？Yes，'tistheverytruth。"
　　"Donotsayso;yourremarkistoosweeping，andthereismuchthatisgoodinyour'Fables。'"
　　"Andtobegin，"continuedLaFontaine，followinguphisidea，"IwillgoandburnahundredversesIhavejustmade。"
　　"Whereareyourverses？"
　　"Inmyhead。"
　　"Well，iftheyareinyourheadyoucannotburnthem。"
　　"True，"
　　saidLaFontaine;"butifIdonotburnthem—"
　　"Well，whatwillhappenifyoudonotburnthem？"
　　"Theywillremaininmymind，andIshallneverforgetthem！"