“Did you witness the injury sustained by Comminges?” “Monsieur de Comminges is in the guards and not in the musketeers——” “Which means, I suppose, that the musketeers are better soldiers than the guards.” The cardinal smiled as he spoke. “Every one likes his own uniform best, my lord.” “Myself excepted,” and again Mazarin smiled; “for you perceive that I have left off mine and put on yours.” “Lord bless us! this is modesty indeed!” cried D’Artagnan. “Had I such a uniform as your eminence possesses, I protest I should be mightily content, and I would take an oath never to wear any other costume——” “Yes, but for to-night’s adventure I don’t suppose my dress would have been a very safe one. Give me my felt hat, Bernouin.” The valet instantly brought to his master a regimental hat with a wide brim. The cardinal put it on in military style. “Your horses are ready saddled in their stables, are they not?” he said, turning to D’Artagnan. “Yes, my lord.” “Well, let us set out.” “How many men does your eminence wish to escort you?” “You say that with four men you will undertake to disperse a hundred low fellows; as it may happen that we shall have to encounter two hundred, take eight——” “As many as my lord wishes.” “I will follow you. This way—light us downstairs Bernouin.” The valet held a wax-light; the cardinal took a key from his bureau and opening the door of a secret stair descended into the court of the Palais Royal. Chapter II. A Nightly Patrol. In ten minutes Mazarin and his party were traversing the street “Les Bons Enfants” behind the theatre built by Richelieu expressly for the play of “Mirame,” and in which Mazarin, who was an amateur of music, but not of literature, had introduced into France the first opera that was ever acted in that country.