The wall crumbled away beneath his hand, the roof fell in, and three men and an old woman were stifled." "Good God, Mousqueton! And your master ?" "Oh, monseigneur, a little skin was rubbed off his head.

We bathed the wounds with some water which the monks gave us.

But there was nothing the matter with his hand." "Nothing ?" "No, nothing, monsieur." "Deuce take the Olympic pleasures! They must cost your master too dear; for widows and orphans--" "They all had pensions, monsieur; a tenth of monseigneur's revenue was spent in that way." "Then pass on to Friday," said D'Artagnan.
"Friday, noble and warlike pleasures.

We hunt, we fence, we dress falcons and break horses.

Then, Saturday is the day for intellectual pleasures: we adorn our minds; we look at monseigneur's pictures and statues; we write, even, and trace plans: and then we fire monseigneur's cannon." "You draw plans, and fire cannon ?" "Yes, monsieur." "Why, my friend," said D'Artagnan, "M.