This day of reunion was the same day as that on which Kitty came to find D’Artagnan. Soon as Kitty left him, D’Artagnan directed his steps toward the Rue Férou. He found Athos and Aramis philosophizing. Aramis had some slight inclination to resume the cassock. Athos, according to his system, neither encouraged nor dissuaded him. Athos believed that everyone should be left to his own free will. He never gave advice but when it was asked, and even then he required to be asked twice. “People, in general,” he said, “only ask advice not to follow it; or if they do follow it, it is for the sake of having someone to blame for having given it.” Porthos arrived a minute after D’Artagnan. The four friends were reunited. The four countenances expressed four different feelings: that of Porthos, tranquillity; that of D’Artagnan, hope; that of Aramis, uneasiness; that of Athos, carelessness. At the end of a moment’s conversation, in which Porthos hinted that a lady of elevated rank had condescended to relieve him from his embarrassment, Mousqueton entered. He came to request his master to return to his lodgings, where his presence was urgent, as he piteously said. “Is it my equipment?” “Yes and no,” replied Mousqueton. “Well, but can’t you speak?” “Come, monsieur.” Porthos rose, saluted his friends, and followed Mousqueton. An instant after, Bazin made his appearance at the door. “What do you want with me, my friend?” said Aramis, with that mildness of language which was observable in him every time that his ideas were directed toward the Church. “A man wishes to see Monsieur at home,” replied Bazin. “A man! What man?” “A mendicant.” “Give him alms, Bazin, and bid him pray for a poor sinner.” “This mendicant insists upon speaking to you, and pretends that you will be very glad to see him.” “Has he sent no particular message for me?” “Yes. If Monsieur Aramis hesitates to come,” he said, “tell him I am from Tours.” “From Tours!” cried Aramis. “A thousand pardons, gentlemen; but no doubt this man brings me the news I expected.” And rising also, he went off at a quick pace. There remained Athos and D’Artagnan. “I believe these fellows have managed their business. What do you think, D’Artagnan?” said Athos. “I know that Porthos was in a fair way,” replied D’Artagnan; “and as to Aramis to tell you the truth, I have never been seriously uneasy on his account. But you, my dear Athos—you, who so generously distributed the Englishman’s pistoles, which were our legitimate property—what do you mean to do?” “I am satisfied with having killed that fellow, my boy, seeing that it is blessed bread to kill an Englishman; but if I had pocketed his pistoles, they would have weighed me down like a remorse.” “Go to, my dear Athos; you have truly inconceivable ideas.”