e Cavalier."

After some discussion this was agreed to and Mousqueton played the role
of barber.

"We look hideous," said Athos.

"And smack of the Puritan to a frightful extent," said Aramis.

"My head feels actually cold," said Porthos.

"As for me, I feel anxious to preach a sermon," said D'Artagnan.

"Now," said Athos, "that we cannot even recognize one another and have
therefore no fear of others recognizing us, let us go and see the king's
entrance."

They had not been long in the crowd before loud cries announced the
king's arrival. A carriage had been sent to meet him, and the gigantic
Porthos, who stood a head above the entire rabble, soon announced that
he saw the royal equipage approaching. D'Artagnan raised himself on
tiptoe, and as the carriage passed, saw Harrison at one window and
Mordaunt at the other.

The next day, Athos, leaning out of his window, which looked upon the
most populous part of the city, heard the Act of Parliament, which
summoned the ex-king, Charles I., to the bar, publicly cried.

"Parliament indeed!" cried Athos. "Parliament can never have passed such
an act as that."

At this moment the landlord came in.

"Did parliament pass this act?" Athos asked of him in English.

"Yes, my lord, the pure parliament."

"What do you mean by 'the pure parliament'? Are there, then, two
parliaments?"

"My friend," D'Artagnan interrupted, "as I don't understand English
and we all understand Spanish, have the kindness to speak to us in that
language, which, since it is your own, you must find pleasure in using
when you have the chance."

"Ah! excellent!" said Aramis.

As to Porthos, all his attention was concentrated on the allurements of
the breakfast table.

"You were asking, then?" said the host in Spanish.

"I asked," said Athos, in the same language, "if there are two
parliaments, a pure and an impure?"

"Why, how extraordinary!" said Porthos, slowly raising his head and
looking at his friends with an air of astonishment, "I understand
English, then! I understand what you say!"

"That is because we are talking Spanish, my dear friend," said Athos.

"Oh, the devil!" said Porthos, "I am sorry for that; it would have been
one language more."

"When I speak of the pure parliament," resumed the host, "I mean the one
which Colonel Bridge has weeded."

"Ah! really," said D'Artagnan, "these people are very ingenious. When I
go back to France I must suggest some such convenien