on the boat as it passed。
〃Ay； but；〃 said Aramis； 〃that young fellow is decidedly a spy。〃
〃Which is the young man？〃 asked De Winter； turning around。
〃He who followed us and spoke to us awaits us there； behold！〃
De Winter turned and followed the direction of Aramis's finger。 The beacon bathed with light the little strait through which they were about to pass and the rock where the young man stood with bare head and crossed arms。
〃It is he！〃 exclaimed De Winter； seizing the arm of Athos； 〃it is he！ I thought I recognized him and I was not mistaken。〃
〃Whom do you mean？〃 asked Aramis。
〃Milady's son；〃 replied Athos。
〃The monk！〃 exclaimed Grimaud。
The young man heard these words and bent so forward over the rock that one might have supposed he was about to precipitate himself from it。
〃Yes； it is I； my uncle I； the son of Milady I； the monk I； the secretary and friend of Cromwell I know you now； both you and your panions。〃
In that boat sat three men； unquestionably brave； whose courage no man would have dared dispute； nevertheless； at that voice； that accent and those gestures； they felt a chill access of terror cramp their veins。 As for Grimaud； his hair stood on end and drops of sweat ran down his brow。
〃Ah！〃 exclaimed Aramis； 〃that is the nephew； the monk； and the son of Milady； as he says himself。〃
〃Alas； yes；〃 murmured De Winter。
〃Then wait；〃 said Aramis； and with the terrible coolness which on important occasions he showed； he took one of the muskets from Tony； shouldered and aimed it at the young man； who stood； like the accusing angel； upon the rock。
〃Fire！〃 cried Grimaud； unconsciously。
Athos threw himself on the muzzle of the gun and arrested the shot which was about to be fired。
〃The devil take you；〃 said Aramis。 〃I had him so well at the point of my gun I should have sent a ball into his breast。〃
〃It is enough to have killed the mother；〃 said Athos； hoarsely。
〃The mother was a wretch； who struck at us all and at those dear to us。〃
〃Yes； but the son has done us no harm。〃
Grimaud； who had risen to watch the effect of the shot； fell back hopeless； wringing his hands。
The young man burst into a laugh。
〃Ah； it is certainly you！〃 he cried。 〃I know you even better now。〃
His mocking laugh and threatening words passed over their heads； carried by the breeze； until lost in the depths of the horizon。 Aramis shuddered。
〃Be calm；〃 exclaimed Athos； 〃for Heaven's sake！ have we ceased to be men？〃
〃No；〃 said Aramis； 〃but that fellow is a fiend； and ask the uncle whether I was wrong to rid him of his dear nephew。〃
De Winter only replied by a groan。
〃It was all up with him；〃 continued Aramis； 〃ah I much fear that with all your wisdom such mercy yet will prove supernal folly。〃
Athos took Lord de Winter's hand and tried to turn the conversation。
〃When shall we land in England？〃 he asked； but De Winter seemed not to hear his words and made no reply。
〃Hold； Athos；〃 said Aramis； 〃perhaps there is yet time。 See if he is still in the same place。〃
Athos turned around with an effort； the sight of the young man was evidently painful to him； and there he still was； in fact； on the rock； the beacon shedding around him； as it were； a doubtful aureole。
〃Decidedly； Aramis；〃 said Athos； 〃I think I was wrong not to let you fire。〃
〃Hold your tongue；〃 replied Aramis； 〃you would make me weep； if such a thing were possible。〃
At this moment they were hailed by a voice from the sloop and a few seconds later men； servants and baggage were aboard。 The captain was only waiting for his passengers； hardly had they put foot on deck ere her head was turned towards Hastings； where they were to disembark。 At this instant the three friends turned； in spite of themselves； a last look on the rock； upon the menacing figure which pursued them and now stood out with a distinctness still。 Then a voice reached them once more； sending this threat： 〃To our next meeting； sirs； in England。〃
Te Deum for the Victory of Lens
The bustle which had been observed by Henrietta Maria and for which she had vainly sought to discover a reason； was occasioned by the battle of Lens； announced by the prince's messenger； the Duc de Chatillon； who had taken such a noble part in the engagement； he was； besides； charged to hang five and twenty flags； taken from the Lorraine party； as well as from the Spaniards； upon the arches of Notre Dame。
Such news was decisive； it destroyed； in favor of the court； the struggle menced with parliament。 The motive given for all the taxes summarily imposed and to which the parliament had made opposition； was the necessity of sustaining the honor of France and the uncertain hope of beating the enemy。 Now； since the affair of Nordlingen； they had experienced nothing but reverses； the parliament had a plea for calling Mazarin to account for imaginary victories； always promised； ever deferred； but this time there really had been fighting； a triumph and a plete one。 And this all knew so well that it was a double victory for the court； a victory at home and abroad； so that even when the young king learned the news he exclaimed； 〃Ah； gentlemen of the parliament； we shall see what you will say now！〃 Upon which the queen had pressed the royal child to her heart； whose haughty and unruly sentiments were in such harmony with her own。 A council was called on the same evening； but nothing transpired of what had been decided on。 It was only known that on the following Sunday a Te Deum would be sung at Notre Dame in honor of the victory of Lens。
The following Sunday； then； the Parisians arose with joy； at that period a Te Deum was a grand affair； this kind of ceremony had not then been abused and it produced a great effect。 The shops were deserted； houses closed； every one wished to see the young king with his mother； and the famous Cardinal Mazarin whom they hated so much that no one wished to be deprived of his presence。 Moreover； great liberty prevailed throughout the immense crowd； every opinion was openly expressed and chorused； so to speak； of ing insurrection； as the thousand bells of all the Paris churches rang out the Te Deum。 The police belonging to the city being formed by the city itself； nothing threatening presented itself to disturb this concert of universal hatred or freeze the frequent scoffs of slanderous lips。
Nevertheless； at eight o'clock in the morning the regiment of the queen's guards； manded by Guitant； under whom was his nephew minges； marched publicly； preceded by drums and trumpets； filing off from the Palais Royal as far as Notre Dame； a manoeuvre which the Parisians witnessed tranquilly； delighted as they were with military music and brilliant uniforms。
Friquet had put on his Sunday clothes； under the pretext of having a swollen face which he had managed to simulate by introducing a handful of cherry kernels into one side of his mouth； and had procured a whole holiday from Bazin。 On leaving Bazin； Friquet started off to the Palais Royal； where he arrived at the moment of the turning out of the regiment of guards； and as he had only gone there for the enjoyment of seeing it and hearing the music； he took his place at their head； beating the drum on two pieces of slate and passing from that exercise to that of the trumpet； which he counterfeited quite naturally with his mouth in a manner which had more than once called forth the praises of amateurs of imitative harmony。
This amusement lasted from the Barriere des Sergens to the place of Notre Dame； and Friquet found in it very real enjoyment； but when at last the regiment separated； penetrated the heart of the city and placed itself at the extremity of the Rue Saint Christophe； near the Rue Cocatrix； in which Broussel lived； then Friquet remembered that he had not had breakfast； and after thinking in which direction he had better turn his steps in order to acplish this important act of the day； he reflected deeply and decided that Councillor Broussel should bear the cost of this repast。
In consequence he took to his heels； arrived breathlessly at the councillor's door； and knocked violently。
His mother； the councillor's old servant； opened it。
〃What doest thou here； good…for…nothing？〃 she said； 〃and why art thou not at Notre Dame？〃
〃I have been there； mother；〃 said Friquet； 〃but I saw things happen of which Master Broussel ought to be warned； and so with Monsieur Bazin's permission you know； mother； Monsieur Bazin； the verger I came to speak to Monsieur Broussel。〃
〃And what hast thou to say； boy； to Monsieur Broussel？〃
〃I wish to tell him；〃 replied Friquet； screaming with all his might； 〃that there is a whole regiment of guards ing this way。 And as I hear everywhere that at the court they are ill…disposed to him； I wish to warn him； that he may be on his guard。〃
Broussel heard the scream of the young oddity； and； enchanted with this excess of zeal； came down to the first floor； for he was； in truth； working in his room on the second。
〃Well；〃 said he； 〃friend； what matters the regiment of guards to us； and art thou not mad to make such a disturbance？ Knowest thou not that it is the custom of these soldiers to act thus and that it is usual for the regiment to form themselves into two solid walls when the king goes by？〃
Friquet counterfeited surprise； and twisting his new cap around in his fingers； said：
〃It is not astonishing for you to know it； Monsieur Broussel； who knows everything； but as for me； by holy truth； I did not know it and I thought I would give you good advice； you must not be angry with me for that； Monsieur Broussel。〃
〃On the contrary； my boy； on the contrary； I am pleased with your zeal。 Dame Nanette； look for those apricots which Madame de Longueville sent to us yesterday from Noisy and give half a dozen of them to your son； with a crust of new bread。〃
〃Oh； thank you； sir； thank you； Monsieur Broussel；〃 said Friquet； 〃I am so fond of apricots！〃
Broussel then proceeded to his wife's room and asked for breakfast； it was nine o'clock。 The councillor placed himself at the window； the street was pletely deserted； but in the distance was heard； like the noise of the tide rushing in； the deep hum of the populous waves increasing now around Notre Dame。
This noise redoubled when D'Artagnan； with a pany of musketeers； placed himself at the gates of Notre Dame to secure the service of the church。 He had instructed Porthos to profit by this opportunity to see the ceremony； and Porthos； in full dress； mounted his finest horse； taking the part of supernumerary musketeer； as D'Artagnan had so often done formerly。 The sergeant of this pany； a veteran of the Spanish wars； had recognized Porthos； his old panion； and very soon all those who served under him were placed in possession of startling facts concerning the honor of the ancient musketeers of Treville。 Porthos had not only been well received by the pany； but he was moreover looked on with great admiration。
At ten o'clock the guns of the Louvre announced the departure of the king； and then a movement； similar to that of trees in a stormy wind that bend and writhe with agitated tops； r