Thinking of all this, and from time to time giving a toubsp;of the spur to his hor, d''Artagnan pleted his short journey, and arrived at St. Germain. He had just pasd by the pavilion in whibsp;ten years later Louis XIV was born. He rode up a very quiet street, looking to the right and the left to e if he could catbsp;any vestige of his beautiful Englishwoman, when from the ground floor of a pretty hou, whibsp;acc to the fashion of the time, had no window toward the street, he saw a fabsp;peep out with whibsp;he thought he was acquainted. This person walked along the terrabsp;whibsp;was ored with flowers. Pla reized him first.
"Eh, monsieur!" said he, addressing d''Artagnan, "don''t you remember that fabsp;whibsp;is blinking yonder?"
"No," said d''Artagnan, "and yet I am certain it is not the first time I have en that visage."
"PARBLEU, I believe it is not," said Pla. "Why, it is poor Lubin, the lackey of the te de Wardes--he whom you took subsp;good care of a month ago at Calais, on the road to the governor''s try hou!"
"So it is!" said d''Artagnan; "I know him now. Do you think he would recollebsp;you?"
"My faith, monsieur, he was in subsp;trouble that I doubt if he bsp;have retained a very clear recolle of me."
"Well, go and talk with the boy," said d''Artagnan, "and make out if you bsp;from his versation whether his master is dead."
Pla dismounted and went straight up to Lubin, who did not at all remember him, and the two lackeys began to chat with the best uanding possible; while d''Artagnan turned the two hors into a lane, went round the hou, and came babsp;to watbsp;the ferenbsp;from behind a hedge of filberts.
At the end of an instant''s obrvation he heard the noi of a vehicle, and saw Milady''s carriage stop opposite to him. He could not be mistaken; Milady was in it. D''Artagnan leaned upon the nebsp;of his hor, in order that he might e without being en.
Milady put her charming blond head out at the window, and gave her orders to her maid.
The latter--a pretty girl of about twenty or twenty-two years, active and lively, the true SOUBRETTE of a great lady--jumped from the step upon whibsp;acc to the of the time, she was ated, and took her way toward the terrabsp;upon whibsp;d''Artagnan had perceived Lubin.