“And the illustrious—what’s the name of the lad whom I made a sergeant in Piedmont’s regiment?” “Planchet!” “The illustrious Planchet. What has become of him?” “I shouldn’t wonder if he were at the head of the mob at this very moment. He married a woman who keeps a confectioner’s shop in the Rue des Lombards, for he’s a lad who was always fond of sweetmeats; he’s now a citizen of Paris. You’ll see that that queer fellow will be a sheriff before I shall be a captain.” “Come, dear D’Artagnan, look up a little! Courage! It is when one is lowest on the wheel of fortune that the merry-go-round wheels and rewards us. This evening your destiny begins to change.” “Amen!” exclaimed D’Artagnan, stopping the carriage. “What are you doing?” asked Rochefort. “We are almost there and I want no one to see me getting out of your carriage; we are supposed not to know each other.” “You are right. Adieu.” “_Au revoir_. Remember your promise.” In five minutes the party entered the courtyard and D’Artagnan led the prisoner up the great staircase and across the corridor and ante-chamber. As they stopped at the door of the cardinal’s study, D’Artagnan was about to be announced when Rochefort slapped him on his shoulder. “D’Artagnan, let me confess to you what I’ve been thinking about during the whole of my drive, as I looked out upon the parties of citizens who perpetually crossed our path and looked at you and your four men with fiery eyes.” “Speak out,” answered D’Artagnan. “I had only to cry out ‘Help!’ for you and for your companions to be cut to pieces, and _then_ I should have been free.” “Why didn’t you do it?” asked the lieutenant. “Come, come!” cried Rochefort. “Did we not swear friendship? Ah! had any one but you been there, I don’t say——” D’Artagnan bowed. “Is it possible that Rochefort has become a better man than I am?” he said to himself. And he caused himself to be announced to the minister. “Let M. de Rochefort enter,” said Mazarin, eagerly, on hearing their names pronounced; “and beg M. d’Artagnan to wait; I shall have further need of him.” These words gave great joy to D’Artagnan. As he had said, it had been a long time since any one had needed him; and that demand for his services on the part of Mazarin seemed to him an auspicious sign. Rochefort, rendered suspicious and cautious by these words, entered the apartment, where he found Mazarin sitting at the table, dressed in his ordinary garb and as one of the prelates of the Church, his costume being similar to that of the abbés in that day, excepting that his scarf and stockings were violet. As the door was closed Rochefort cast a glance toward Mazarin, which was answered by one, equally furtive, from the minister.