He rushed headlong to the street, and like the Greek from Marathon who fell in the square at Athens, with his laurel in his hand, Friquet reached Councillor Broussel’s threshold, and then fell exhausted, scattering on the floor the louis disgorged by his leather bag.
Mother Nanette began by picking up the louis; then she picked up Friquet.
In the meantime the cortege returned to the Palais Royal.
“That Monsieur d’Artagnan is a very brave man, mother,” said the young king.
“Yes, my son; and he rendered very important services to your father. Treat him kindly, therefore, in the future.”
“Captain,” said the young king to D’Artagnan, on descending from the carriage,