by Alexandre Dumas

Summary

by Alexandre Dumas Twenty Years After — Chapter 54… (1845)

All Gascon as he was, D'Artagnan could not bear alone the weight of that falsehood.
"Yes," replied Porthos, coughing.
"Eh, give it to me!" said the young man.
"Eh! I read it a little while since. Can I have lost it? Ah! confound it! yes, my pocket has a hole in it."
"Oh, yes, Monsieur Raoul!" said Musqueton, "the letter was very consoling. These gentlemen read it to me and I wept for joy."
"But at any rate, you know where he is, Monsieur d'Artagnan?" asked Raoul, somewhat comforted.
"Ah! that's the thing!" replied the Gascon. "Undoubtedly I know it, but it is a mystery."
Source: Wikisource

by Alexandre Dumas Twenty Years After — Chapter 54… (1845)

As to D'Artagnan, he remained standing like a man in consternation, with the deepest affliction depicted on his face.
"Ah, this is not right; Athos insults us; he wishes to die alone; it is bad, bad, bad."
Musqueton, witnessing this despair, melted into tears in a corner of the room.
"Come," said D'Artagnan, "all this leads to nothing. Let us go on. We will embrace Raoul, and perhaps he will have news of Athos."
"Stop - an idea!" cried Porthos; "indeed, my dear D'Artagnan, I don't know how you manage, but you are always full of ideas; let us go and embrace Raoul."
Source: Wikisource

by Alexandre Dumas Twenty Years After — Chapter 54… (1845)

D'Artagnan went straight to the stables; day was just dawning. He found his horse and that of Porthos fastened to the manger, but to an empty manger. He took pity on these poor animals and went to a corner of the stable, where he saw a little straw, but in doing so he struck his foot against a human body, which uttered a cry and arose on its knees, rubbing its eyes. It was Musqueton, who, having no straw to lie upon, had helped himself to that of the horses.
"Musqueton," cried D'Artagnan, "let us be off! Let us set off."
Source: Wikisource

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature