CHAPTER XXXIV. Among Women. D'Artagnan had not been able to hide his feelings from his friends so much as he would have wished. The stoical soldier, the impassive man-at- arms, overcome by...
CHAPTER XXXI. The Silver Dish. The journey passed off pretty well. Athos and his son traversed France at the rate of fifteen leagues per day; sometimes more, sometimes less, according to the intensity...
CHAPTER XXX. The Inventory of M. de Beaufort. To have talked of D'Artagnan with Planchet, to have seen Planchet quit Paris to bury himself in his country retreat, had been for Athos and his...
CHAPTER XXI. The King's Friend. Fouquet was waiting with anxiety; he had already sent away many of his servants and friends, who, anticipating the usual hour of his ordinary receptions, had...
CHAPTER XXII. Showing How the Countersign Was Respected at the Bastile. Fouquet tore along as fast as his horses could drag him. On his way he trembled with horror at the idea of what had just been...
CHAPTER XX. The Morning. In vivid contrast to the sad and terrible destiny of the king imprisoned in the Bastile, and tearing, in sheer despair, the bolts and bars of his dungeon, the rhetoric of the...
CHAPTER XVII. High Treason. The ungovernable fury which took possession of the king at the sight and at the perusal of Fouquet's letter to La Valliere by degrees subsided into a feeling of...
CHAPTER XVIII. A Night at the Bastile. Pain, anguish, and suffering in human life are always in proportion to the strength with which a man is endowed. We will not pretend to say that Heaven always...
CHAPTER XV. Colbert. History will tell us, or rather history has told us, of the various events of the following day, of the splendid fetes given by the surintendant to his sovereign. Nothing but...
CHAPTER X. Crown and Tiara. Aramis was the first to descend from the carriage; he held the door open for the young man. He saw him place his foot on the mossy ground with a trembling of the whole...