Yes, replied dArtagnan; yes, good Grimaud,- now with the son he loved so much!
Grimaud left the chamber and led the way to the hall where, according to the custom of the province, the body was laid out previously to its being buried forever. DArtagnan was struck at seeing two open coffins in the hall. In reply to the mute invitation of Grimaud, he approached and saw in one of them Athos, still handsome in death, and in the other Raoul, with his eyes closed, his cheeks pearly as those of the Pallas of Virgil, with a smile on his violet lips. He shuddered at seeing the father and son, those two departed souls, represented on earth by two silent, melancholy bodies, incapable of touching each other, however close they might be. Raoul here? murmured he; oh, Grimaud, why did you not tell me th
