"That's well! Thou art a, brave fellow, mordioux! The head of the father, and the arm of Porthos. Ah! if he had been here, that Porthos, you would have seen something worth looking at." Then, as if by way of remembrance:
"But where the devil can that brave Porthos be?"' murmured D'Artagnan.
"Come, chevalier, pray come!" urged Raoul.
"One minute, my friend; let me take my thirty-seven and a half pistoles, and I shall be at your service. The house is a good property," added D'Artagnan, as he entered the Image de Notre Dame, "but decidedly, even if it were less profitable, I should prefer its being in another quarter."
CHAPTER LXIII.
HOW THE DIAMOND OF M. D'EYMERIS PASSED INTO THE HANDS OF M. D'ARTAGNAN.
"While this violent, noisy, and bloody scene was passing on the Greve, several men, barricaded behind the gate of communication with the garden, replaced their swords in their sheaths, assisted one among them to mount a ready saddled horse which was waiting in the garden, and, like a flock of terrified birds, fled away in all directions, some climbing the walls, others rushing out at the gates with all the fury of a panic. He who mounted the horse, and who gave him the spur so sharply that the animal was near leap- ing the wall, this cavalier, we say, crossed the Place Bau- doyer, passed like lightning before the crowd in the streets, riding against, running over, and knocking down all that came in his way, and, ten minutes after, arrived at the gates of the surintendant, more out of breath than his horse. The Abbe Fouquet, at the clatter of the hoofs on the pavement, appeared at a window of the court, and be- fore even the cavalier had set foot to the ground, "Well, Danecamp?" cried he, leaning half out of the window. "Well, it is all over," replied the cavalier. "All over!" cried the abbe. "Then they are saved?" "No, monsieur," replied the cavalier, "they are hung." "Hung!" repeated the abbe, turning pale. A lateral door suddenly opened, and Fouquet appeared in the chamber, pale, distracted, with lips half open, breathing a cry of grief and anger. He stopped upon the threshold to listen to what was addressed from the court to the window.
