And the musketeer rose, grumbling, took his sword, hat, pistols, and cloak, and followed the officer, whilst Porthos, alone and sole possessor of the bed, endeavored to follow the good example of falling asleep, which his predecessor had set him. “Monsieur d’Artagnan,” said the cardinal, on perceiving him, “I have not forgotten with what zeal you have served me. I am going to prove to you that I have not.” “Good,” thought the Gascon, “this is a promising beginning.” “Monsieur d’Artagnan,” he resumed, “do you wish to become a captain?” “Yes, my lord.” “And your friend still longs to be made a baron?” “At this very moment, my lord, he no doubt dreams that he is one already.” “Then,” said Mazarin, taking from his portfolio the letter which he had already shown D’Artagnan, “take this dispatch and carry it to England.” D’Artagnan looked at the envelope; there was no address on it. “Am I not to know to whom to present it?” “You will know when you reach London; at London you may tear off the outer envelope.” “And what are my instructions?” “To obey in every particular the man to whom this letter is addressed. You must set out for Boulogne. At the Royal Arms of England you will find a young gentleman named Mordaunt.” “Yes, my lord; and what am I to do with this young gentleman?” “Follow wherever he leads you.” D’Artagnan looked at the cardinal with a stupefied air. “There are your instructions,” said Mazarin; “go!” “Go! ’tis easy to say so, but that requires money, and I haven’t any.” “Ah!” replied Mazarin, “so you have no money?” “None, my lord.” “But the diamond I gave you yesterday?” “I wish to keep it in remembrance of your eminence.” Mazarin sighed. “’Tis very dear living in England, my lord, especially as envoy extraordinary.” “Zounds!” replied Mazarin, “the people there are very sedate, and their habits, since the revolution, simple; but no matter.” He opened a drawer and took out a purse. “What do you say to a thousand crowns?” D’Artagnan pouted out his lower lip in a most extraordinary manner. “I reply, my lord, ’tis but little, as certainly I shall not go alone.” “I suppose not. Monsieur du Vallon, that worthy gentleman, for, with the exception of yourself, Monsieur d’Artagnan, there’s not a man in France that I esteem and love so much as him——” “Then, my lord,” replied D’Artagnan, pointing to the purse which Mazarin still held, “if you love and esteem him so much, you—understand me?” “Be it so! on his account I add two hundred crowns.” “Scoundrel!” muttered D’Artagnan. “But on our return,” he said aloud, “may we, that is, my friend and I, depend on having, he his barony, and I my promotion?” “On the honor of Mazarin.” “I should like another sort of oath better,” said D’Artagnan to himself; then aloud, “May I not offer my duty to her majesty the queen?” “Her majesty is asleep and you must set off directly,” replied Mazarin; “go, pray, sir——”