In which it is proved that first Impulses are oftentimes the best. Chapter XLIV. Te Deum for the Victory of Lens. Chapter XLV. The Beggar of St. Eustache. Chapter XLVI. The Tower of St. Jacques de la Boucherie. Chapter XLVII. The Riot. Chapter XLVIII. The Riot becomes a Revolution. Chapter XLIX. Misfortune refreshes the Memory. Chapter L. The Interview. Chapter LI. The Flight. Chapter LII. The Carriage of Monsieur le Coadjuteur. Chapter LIII. How D’Artagnan and Porthos earned by selling Straw. Chapter LIV. In which we hear Tidings of Aramis. Chapter LV. The Scotchman. Chapter LVI. The Avenger. Chapter LVII. Oliver Cromwell. Chapter LVIII. Jesus Seigneur. Chapter LIX. Noble Natures never lose Courage, nor good Stomachs their Appetites. Chapter LX. Respect to Fallen Majesty. Chapter LXI. D’Artagnan hits on a Plan. Chapter LXII. London. Chapter LXIII. The Trial. Chapter LXIV. Whitehall. Chapter LXV. The Workmen. Chapter LXVI. Remember! Chapter LXVII. The Man in the Mask. Chapter LXVIII. Cromwell’s House. Chapter LXIX. Conversational. Chapter LXX. The Skiff “Lightning.” Chapter LXXI. Port Wine. Chapter LXXII. End of the Port Wine Mystery. Chapter LXXIII. Fatality. Chapter LXXIV. How Mousqueton had a Narrow Escape of being eaten. Chapter LXXV. The Return. Chapter LXXVI. The Ambassadors. Chapter LXXVII. The three Lieutenants of the Generalissimo. Chapter LXXVIII. The Battle of Charenton. Chapter LXXIX. The Road to Picardy. Chapter LXXX. The Gratitude of Anne of Austria. Chapter LXXXI. Cardinal Mazarin as King. Chapter LXXXII. Precautions. Chapter LXXXIII. Strength and Sagacity. Chapter LXXXIV. Strength and Sagacity—Continued. Chapter LXXXV. The Oubliettes of Cardinal Mazarin. Chapter LXXXVI. Conferences. Chapter LXXXVII. Thinking that Porthos will be at last a Baron, and D’Artagnan a Captain. Chapter LXXXVIII. Shows how with Threat and Pen more is effected than by the Sword. Chapter LXXXIX. Difficult for Kings to return to the Capitals of their Kingdoms. Chapter XC. Conclusion. Chapter I. The Shade of Cardinal Richelieu. In a splendid chamber of the Palais Royal, formerly styled the Palais Cardinal, a man was sitting in deep reverie, his head supported on his hands, leaning over a gilt and inlaid table which was covered with letters and papers. Behind this figure glowed a vast fireplace alive with leaping flames; great logs of oak blazed and crackled on the polished brass andirons whose flicker shone upon the superb habiliments of the lonely tenant of the room, which was illumined grandly by twin candelabra rich with wax-lights.