D'Artagnan was not perhaps so gay this time as he would have been with the prospect of finding some good friends at Calais, instead of joining the ten scamps there; melancholy, however, did not visit him more than once a day, and it was about five visits that he received from that somber deity before he got sight of the sea at Boulogne, and then these visits were indeed but short.

But when once D'Artagnan found himself near the field of action, all other feelings but that of confidence disappeared never to return.

From Boulogne he followed the coast to Calais.

Calais was the place of general rendezvous, and at Calais he had named to each of his recruits the hostelry of "Le Grande Monarque," where living was not extravagant, where sailors messed, and where men of the sword, with sheath of leather, be it understood, found lodging, table, food, and all the comforts of life, for thirty sous per diem.

D'Artagnan proposed to himself to take them by surprise _in flagrante delicto_ of wandering life, and to judge by the first appearance if he could count on them as trusty companions.
He arrived at Calais at half past four in the afternoon..