"My dear Monsieur d'Artagnan!" said Planchet, with a horrible palpitation of the heart."Here you are! and your health?""Tolerably good, Planchet, tolerably good!" said D'Artagnan, with a profound sigh.
"You have not been wounded, I hope?"
"Phew!"
"Ah, I see," continued Planchet, more and more alarmed, "the expedition has been a trying one?""Yes," said D'Artagnan.A shudder ran down Planchet's back.
"I should like to have something to drink," said the musketeer, raising his head piteously.
Planchet ran to the cupboard, and poured out to D'Artagnan some wine in a large glass.D'Artagnan examined the bottle.
"What wine is that?" asked he.
"Alas! that which you prefer, monsieur," said Planchet;"that good old Anjou wine, which was one day nearly costing us all so dear.""Ah!" replied D'Artagnan, with a melancholy smile, "Ah! my poor Planchet, ought I still to drink good wine?""Come! my dear master," said Planchet, making a superhuman effort, whilst all his contracted muscles, his pallor, and his trembling, betrayed the most acute anguish."Come! Ihave been a soldier and consequently have some courage; do not make me linger, dear Monsieur d'Artagnan; our money is lost, is it not?"Before he answered, D'Artagnan took his time, and that appeared an age to the poor grocer.Nevertheless he did nothing but turn about on his chair.
"And if that were the case," said he, slowly, moving his head up and down, "if that were the case, what would you say, my dear friend?"Planchet, from being pale, turned yellow.It might have been thought he was going to swallow his tongue, so full became his throat, so red were his eyes!
"Twenty thousand livres!" murmured he."Twenty thousand livres, and yet ---- "D'Artagnan, with his neck elongated, his legs stretched out, and his hands hanging listlessly, looked like a statue of discouragement.Planchet drew up a sigh from the deepest cavities of his breast.
"Well," said he, "I see how it is.Let us be men! It is all over, is it not? The principal thing is, monsieur, that your life is safe.""Doubtless! doubtless! -- life is something -- but I am ruined!""Cordieu! monsieur!" said Planchet, "if it is so, we must not despair for that; you shall become a grocer with me; Ishall take you for my partner, we will share the profits, and if there should be no more profits, well, why then we shall share the almonds, raisins and prunes, and we will nibble together the last quarter of Dutch cheese."D'Artagnan could hold out no longer."Mordioux!" cried he, with great emotion, "thou art a brave fellow on my honor, Planchet.You have not been playing a part, have you? You have not seen the pack-horse with the bags under the shed yonder?""What horse? What bags?" said Planchet, whose trembling heart began to suggest that D'Artagnan was mad.
"Why, the English bags, Mordioux!" said D'Artagnan, all radiant, quite transfigured.
"Ah! good God!" articulated Planchet, drawing back before the dazzling fire of his looks.
"Imbecile!" cried D'Artagnan, "you think me mad! Mordioux!
On the contrary, never was my head more clear, or my heart more joyous.To the bags, Planchet, to the bags!""But to what bags, good heavens!"
D'Artagnan pushed Planchet towards the window.
"Under the shed yonder, don't you see a horse?""Yes."
"Don't you see how his back is laden?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Don't you see your lad talking with the postilion?""Yes, yes, yes!"
"Well, you know the name of that lad, because he is your own.Call him.""Abdon! Abdon!" vociferated Planchet, from the window.
"Bring the horse!" shouted D'Artagnan.
"Bring the horse!" screamed Planchet.
"Now give ten crowns to the postilion," said D'Artagnan, in the tone he would have employed in commanding a maneuver;"two lads to bring up the two first bags, two to bring up the two last, -- and move, Mordioux! be lively!"Planchet rushed down the stairs, as if the devil had been at his heels.A moment later the lads ascended the staircase, bending beneath their burden.D'Artagnan sent them off to their garrets, carefully closed the door, and addressing Planchet, who, in his turn, looked a little wild, --"Now, we are by ourselves," said he, and he spread upon the floor a large cover, and emptied the first bag into it.
Planchet did the same with the second; then D'Artagnan, all in a tremble, let out the precious bowels of the third with a knife.When Planchet heard the provoking sound of the silver and gold -- when he saw bubbling out of the bags the shining crowns, which glittered like fish from the sweep-net -- when he felt himself plunging his hands up to the elbow in that still rising tide of yellow and white coins, a giddiness seized him, and like a man struck by lightning, he sank heavily down upon the enormous heap, which his weight caused to roll away in all directions.Planchet, suffocated with joy, had lost his senses.D'Artagnan threw a glass of white wine in his face, which incontinently recalled him to life.
"Ah! good heavens! good heavens! good heavens!" said Planchet, wiping his mustache and beard.
At that time, as they do now, grocers wore the cavalier mustache and the lansquenet beard, only the money baths, already rare in those days, have become almost unknown now.
"Mordieux!" said D'Artagnan, "there are a hundred thousand crowns for you, partner.Draw your share, if you please, and I will draw mine.""Oh! the lovely sum! Monsieur d'Artagnan, the lovely sum!""I confess that half an hour ago I regretted that I had to give you so much, but I now no longer regret it; thou art a brave grocer, Planchet.There, let us close our accounts, for, as they say, short reckonings make long friends.""Oh! rather, in the first place, tell me the whole history,"said Planchet; "that must be better than the money.""Ma foi!" said D'Artagnan, stroking his mustache, "I can't say no, and if ever the historian turns to me for information, he will be able to say he has not dipped his bucket into a dry spring.Listen, then, Planchet, I will tell you all about it.""And I shall build piles of crowns," said Planchet."Begin, my dear master.""Well, this is it," said D'Artagnan, drawing breath.
"And that is it," said Planchet, picking up his first handful of crowns.
