Then he kissed and rekissed twenty times the lines traced by the hand of his beautiful mistress.

At length he went to bed, fell asleep, and had golden dreams.
At seven o'clock in the morning he arose and called Planchet, who at the second summons opened the door, his countenance not yet quite freed from the anxiety of the preceding night.
"Planchet," said d'Artagnan, "I am going out for all day, perhaps.

You are, therefore, your own master till seven o'clock in the evening; but at seven o'clock you must hold yourself in readiness with two horses." "There!" said Planchet.

"We are going again, it appears, to have our hides pierced in all sorts of ways." "You will take your musketoon and your pistols." "There, now! Didn't I say so ?" cried Planchet.

"I was sure of it--the cursed letter!" "Don't be afraid, you idiot; there is nothing in hand but a party of pleasure." "Ah, like the charming journey the other day, when it rained bullets and produced a crop of steel traps!" "Well, if you are really afraid, Monsieur Planchet," resumed d'Artagnan, "I will go without you.