He however kept a good countenance, holding his hat in his hand and awaiting the good pleasure of his Eminence, without too much assurance, but also without too much humility.
Monsieur, said the cardinal, are you a DArtagnan from Barn?
Yes, monseigneur, replied the young man.
There are several branches of the DArtagnans at Tarbes and in its environs, said the cardinal; to which do you belong?
I am the son of him who served in the Religious Wars under the great King Henry, the father of his gracious Majesty.
That is well. It is you who set out seven or eight months ago from your country to seek your fortune in the capital?
Yes, monseigneur.
You came through Meung, where something befell you. I dont very well know what, but still something.
Monseigneur, said DArtagnan, this w
