Athos was for a few moments thoughtful. “Good! D’Artagnan is for Mazarin,” he said to himself. From that moment he grew very guarded. On his side D’Artagnan became more cautious also. “You spoke to me,” Athos resumed, “of Porthos; have you persuaded him to seek his fortune? But he has wealth, I believe, already.” “Doubtless he has. But such is man, we always want something more than we already have.” “What does Porthos wish for?” “To be a baron.” “Ah, true! I forgot,” said Athos, laughing. “’Tis true!” thought the Gascon, “where has he heard it? Does he correspond with Aramis? Ah! if I knew that he did I should know all.” The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Raoul. “Is our little neighbor worse?” asked D’Artagnan, seeing a look of vexation on the face of the youth. “Ah, sir!” replied Raoul, “her fall is a very serious one, and without any ostensible injury, the physician fears she will be lame for life.” “This is terrible,” said Athos. “And what makes me all the more wretched, sir, is, that I was the cause of this misfortune.” “How so?” asked Athos. “It was to run to meet me that she leaped from that pile of wood.” “There’s only one remedy, dear Raoul—that is, to marry her as a compensation.” remarked D’Artagnan. “Ah, sir!” answered Raoul, “you joke about a real misfortune; that is cruel, indeed.” The good understanding between the two friends was not in the least altered by the morning’s skirmish. They breakfasted with a good appetite, looking now and then at poor Raoul, who with moist eyes and a full heart, scarcely ate at all. After breakfast two letters arrived for Athos, who read them with profound attention, whilst D’Artagnan could not restrain himself from jumping up several times on seeing him read these epistles, in one of which, there being at the time a very strong light, he perceived the fine writing of Aramis. The other was in a feminine hand, long, and crossed. “Come,” said D’Artagnan to Raoul, seeing that Athos wished to be alone, “come, let us take a turn in the fencing gallery; that will amuse you.” And they both went into a low room where there were foils, gloves, masks, breastplates, and all the accessories for a fencing match. In a quarter of an hour Athos joined them and at the same moment Charles brought in a letter for D’Artagnan, which a messenger had just desired might be instantly delivered. It was now Athos’s turn to take a sly look. D’Artagnan read the letter with apparent calmness and said, shaking his head: “See, dear friend, what it is to belong to the army. Faith, you are indeed right not to return to it. Monsieur de Tréville is ill, so my company can’t do without me; there! my leave is at an end!” “Do you return to Paris?” asked Athos, quickly. “Egad! yes; but why don’t you come there also?” Athos colored a little and answered: “Should I go, I shall be delighted to see you there.”