learnt that Porthos and I were attached to each other by old ties of friendship, promised him increase of rank at the earliest promotion, and that is the whole secret.”

“I shall not abuse your confidence,” said D’Artagnan.

“I am sure of that, my dear friend; no one has a finer sense of honor than yourself.”

“I flatter myself that you are right, Aramis.”

“And now” — and here the prelate looked searchingly and scrutinizingly at his friend — ”now let us talk of ourselves and for ourselves; will you become one of M.

Fouquet’s friends? Do not interrupt me until you know what that means.”