“Sir,” said Planchet, in a mournful tone, “do you abandon me thus to my fate? Think, if I am found out here, the people of the house, who have not seen me enter it, will take me for a thief.” “True,” said D’Artagnan. “Let’s see. Canst thou speak any patois?” “I can do something better than that, sir, I can speak Flemish.” “Where the devil didst thou learn it?” “In Artois, where I fought for years. Listen, sir. _Goeden morgen, mynheer, eth ben begeeray le weeten the ge sond heets omstand._” “Which means?” “Good-day, sir! I am anxious to know the state of your health.” “He calls that a language! But never mind, that will do capitally.” D’Artagnan opened the door and called out to a waiter to desire Madeleine to come upstairs. When the landlady made her appearance she expressed much astonishment at seeing Planchet. “My dear landlady,” said D’Artagnan, “I beg to introduce to you your brother, who is arrived from Flanders and whom I am going to take into my service.” “My brother?” “Wish your sister good-morning, Master Peter.” “Wilkom, suster,” said Planchet. “Goeden day, broder,” replied the astonished landlady. “This is the case,” said D’Artagnan; “this is your brother, Madeleine; you don’t know him perhaps, but I know him; he has arrived from Amsterdam. You must dress him up during my absence. When I return, which will be in about an hour, you must offer him to me as a servant, and upon your recommendation, though he doesn’t speak a word of French, I take him into my service. You understand?” “That is to say, I guess your wishes, and that is all that’s necessary,” said Madeleine. “You are a precious creature, my pretty hostess, and I am much obliged to you.” The next moment D’Artagnan was on his way to Notre Dame. Chapter VII. Touches upon the Strange Effects a Half-pistole may have. D’Artagnan, as he crossed the Pont Neuf, congratulated himself on having found Planchet again, for at that time an intelligent servant was essential to him; nor was he sorry that through Planchet and the situation which he held in Rue des Lombards, a connection with the _bourgeoisie_ might be commenced, at that critical period when that class were preparing to make war with the court party. It was like having a spy in the enemy’s camp. In this frame of mind, grateful for the accidental meeting with Planchet, pleased with himself, D’Artagnan reached Notre Dame. He ran up the steps, entered the church, and addressing a verger who was sweeping the chapel, asked him if he knew Monsieur Bazin. “Monsieur Bazin, the beadle?” said the verger. “Yes. There he is, attending mass, in the chapel of the Virgin.” D’Artagnan nearly jumped for joy; he had despaired of finding Bazin, but now, he thought, since he held one end of the thread he would be pretty sure to reach the other end.