In fact, we must not dissemble that the oscillation of the tall trees and the reflection of the moon in the dark underwood gave him serious uneasiness.

D'Artagnan could not help perceiving that something more than usual was passing in the mind of his lackey and said, "Well, Monsieur Planchet, what is the matter with us now ?" "Don't you think, monsieur, that woods are like churches ?" "How so, Planchet ?" "Because we dare not speak aloud in one or the other." "But why did you not dare to speak aloud, Planchet--because you are afraid ?" "Afraid of being heard?
Yes, monsieur." "Afraid of being heard! Why, there is nothing improper in our conversation, my dear Planchet, and no one could find fault with it." "Ah, monsieur!" replied Planchet, recurring to his besetting idea, "that Monsieur Bonacieux has something vicious in his eyebrows, and something very unpleasant in the play of his lips." "What the devil makes you think of Bonacieux ?" "Monsieur, we think of what we can, and not of what we will." "Because you are a coward, Planchet." "Monsieur, we must not confound prudence with cowardice; prudence is a virtue." "And you are very virtuous, are you not, Planchet ?" "Monsieur, is not that the barrel of a musket which glitters yonder?
Had we not better lower our heads ?" "In truth," murmured d'Artagnan, to whom M.de Treville's recommendation recurred, "this animal will end by making me afraid." And he put his horse into a trot.
Planchet followed the movements of his master as if he had been his shadow, and was soon trotting by his side.
"Are we going to continue this pace all night ?" asked Planchet.
"No; you are at your journey's end." "How, monsieur! And you ?" "I am going a few steps farther." "And Monsieur leaves me here alone ?" "You are afraid, Planchet ?" "No; I only beg leave to observe to Monsieur that the night will be very cold, that chills bring on rheumatism, and that a lackey who has the rheumatism makes but a poor servant, particularly to a master as active as Monsieur." "Well, if you are cold, Planchet, you can go into one of those cabarets that you see yonder, and be in waiting for me at the door by six o'clock in the morning." "Monsieur, I have eaten and drunk respectfully the crown you gave me this morning, so that I have not a sou left in case I should be cold." "Here's half a pistole.

Tomorrow morning." D'Artagnan sprang from his horse, threw the bridle to Planchet, and departed at a quick pace, folding his cloak around him.
"Good Lord, how cold I am!" cried Planchet, as soon as he had lost sight of his master; and in such haste was he to warm himself that he went straight to a house set out with all the attributes of a suburban tavern, and knocked at the door.
In the meantime d'Artagnan, who had plunged into a bypath, continued his route and reached St.Cloud; but instead of following the main street he turned behind the chateau, reached a sort of retired lane, and found himself soon in front of the pavilion named.

It was situated in a very private spot.

A high wall, at the angle of which was the pavilion, ran along one side of this lane, and on the other was a little garden connected with a poor cottage which was protected by a hedge from passers-by.
He gained the place appointed, and as no signal had been given him by which to announce his presence, he waited.
Not the least noise was to be heard; it might be imagined that he was a hundred miles from the capital.