.

The Journey.
It was perhaps the fiftieth time since the day on which we open this history, that this man, with a heart of bronze and muscles of steel, had left house and friends, everything, in short, to go in search of fortune and death.

The one--that is to say, death--had constantly retreated before him, as if afraid of him; the other--that is to say, fortune--for only a month past had really made an alliance with him.

Although he was not a great philosopher, after the fashion of either Epicurus or Socrates, he was a powerful spirit, having knowledge of life, and endowed with thought.

No one is as brave, as adventurous, or as skillful as D'Artagnan, without at the same time being inclined to be a _dreamer_.