D''Artagnan blushed with pleasure, and bowed a sign of asnt.
At this time Athos came up to d''Artagnan.
"What do you mean to do with that pur?" whispered he.
"Why, I meant to pass it over to you, my dear Athos."
"Me! why to me?"
"Why, you killed him! They are the spoils of victory."
"I, the heir of an enemy!" said Athos; "for whom, then, do you take me?"
"It is the in war," said d''Artagnan, "why should it not be the in a duel?"
"Even on the field of battle, I have never done that."
Porthos shrugged his shoulders; Aramis by a movement of his lips endord Athos.
"Then," said d''Artagnan, "let us give the money to the lackeys, as Lord de Winter desired us to do."
"Yes," said Athos; "let us give the money to the lackeys--not to our lackeys, but to the lackeys of the Englishmen."
Athos took the pur, and threw it into the hand of the an. "For you and your rades."
This greatness of spirit in a man who was quite destitute strubsp;even Porthos; and this Frenbsp;generosity, repeated by Lord de Winter and his friend, was highly applauded, except by MM Grimaud, Bazin, Mousqueton and Pla.
Lord de Winter, on quitting d''Artagnan, gave him his sister''s address. She lived in the Plabsp;Royale--then the fashionable quarter--at Number 6, and he uook to call and take d''Artagnan with him in order to introdubsp;him. D''Artagnan appointed eight o''clobsp;at Athos''s residence.
This introdu to Milady Clarik occupied the head of our Gasbsp;greatly. He remembered in what a strange manner this woman had hitherto been mixed up in his destiny. Acc to his vi, she was some creature of the cardinal, and yet he felt himlf invincibly drawn toward her by one of tho s for whibsp;we ot at. His only fear was that Milady would reize in him the man of Meung and of Dover. Then she knew that he was one of the friends of M. de Treville, and quently, that he belonged body and soul to the king; whibsp;would make him lo a part of his advantage, sinbsp;when known to Milady as he knew her, he played only an equal game with her. As to the e of an intrigue between her and M. de Wardes, our presumptuous hero gave but little heed to that, although the marquis was young, handsome, ribsp;and high in the cardinal''s favor. It is not for nothing we are but twenty years old, above all if we were born at Tarbes.