eckon on one's
friends than on one's footmen," said Porthos. "Ah! if Mousqueton were
here! there's a fellow who will never desert me!"

"So long as you are rich! Ah! my friend! 'tis not civil war that
disunites us. It is that we are each of us twenty years older; it is
that the honest emotions of youth have given place to suggestions of
interest, whispers of ambition, counsels of selfishness. Yes, you are
right; let us go, Porthos, but let us go well armed; were we not to keep
the rendezvous, they would declare we were afraid. Halloo! Planchet!
here! saddle our horses, take your carbine."

"Whom are we going to attack, sir?"

"No one; a mere matter of precaution," answered the Gascon.

"You know, sir, that they wished to murder that good councillor,
Broussel, the father of the people?"

"Really, did they?" said D'Artagnan.

"Yes, but he has been avenged. He was carried home in the arms of the
people. His house has been full ever since. He has received visits from
the coadjutor, from Madame de Longueville, and the Prince de Conti;
Madame de Chevreuse and Madame de Vendome have left their names at his
door. And now, whenever he wishes----"

"Well, whenever he wishes?"

Planchet began to sing:

"Un vent de fronde
S'est leve ce matin;
Je crois qu'il gronde
Contre le Mazarin.
Un vent de fronde
S'est leve ce matin."

"It doesn't surprise me," said D'Artagnan, in a low tone to Porthos,
"that Mazarin would have been much better satisfied had I crushed the
life out of his councillor."

"You understand, then, monsieur," resumed Planchet, "that if it were for
some enterprise like that undertaken against Monsieur Broussel that you
should ask me to take my carbine----"

"No, don't be alarmed; but where did you get all these details?"

"From a good source, sir; I heard it from Friquet."

"From Friquet? I know that name----"

"A son of Monsieur de Broussel's servant, and a lad that, I promise you,
in a revolt will not give away his share to the dogs."

"Is he not a singing boy at Notre Dame?" asked D'Artagnan.

"Yes, that is the very boy; he's patronized by Bazin."

"Ah, yes, I know."

"Of what importance is this little reptile to you?" asked Porthos.

"Gad!" replied D'Artagnan; "he has already given me good information and
he may do the same again."

Whilst all this was going on, Athos and Aramis were entering Paris by
the Faubourg St. Antoine. They had taken some refreshm