Louise de la Valliere
Showing What Could Be Seen from Planchet's House.
The next morning found the three heroes sleeping soundly. Truchen had closed
the outside blinds to keep the first rays of the sun from the leaden-lidded eyes of
her guests, like a kind, good housekeeper. It was still perfectly dark, then,
beneath Porthos's curtains and under Planchet's canopy, when D'Artagnan,
awakened by an indiscreet ray of light which made its way through a peek-hole in
the shutters, jumped hastily out of bed, as if he wished to be the first at a forlorn
hope. He took by assault Porthos's room, which was next to his own. The worthy
Porthos was sleeping with a noise like distant thunder; in the dim obscurity of the
room his gigantic frame was prominently displayed, and his swollen fist hung
down outside the bed upon the carpet. D'Artagnan awoke Porthos, who rubbed
his eyes in a tolerably good humor. In the meantime Planchet was dressing
himself, and met at their bedroom doors his two guests, who were still somewhat
unsteady from their previous evening's entertainment. Although it was yet very
early, the whole household was already up. The cook was mercilessly
slaughtering in the poultry-yard; Celestin was gathering white cherries in the
garden. Porthos, brisk and lively as ever, held out his hand to Planchet's, and
D'Artagnan requested permission to embrace Madame Truchen. The latter, to
show that she bore no ill-will, approached Porthos, upon whom she conferred the
same favor. Porthos embraced Madame Truchen, heaving an enormous sigh.
Planchet took both his friends by the hand.
"I am going to show you over the house," he said; "when we arrived last night it
was as dark as an oven, and we were unable to see anything; but in broad
daylight, everything looks different, and you will be satisfied, I hope."
"If we begin by the view you have here," said D'Artagnan, "that charms me
beyond everything; I have always lived in royal mansions, you know, and royal
personages have tolerably sound ideas upon the selection of points of view."
"I am a great stickler for a good view myself," said Porthos. "At my Chateau de
Pierrefonds, I have had four avenues laid out, and at the end of each is a
landscape of an altogether different character from the others."
"You shall see my prospect," said Planchet; and he led his two guests to a
"Ah!" said D'Artagnan, "this is the Rue de Lyon."
"Yes, I have two windows on this side, a paltry, insignificant view, for there is
always that bustling and noisy inn, which is a very disagreeable neighbor. I had
four windows here, but I bricked up two."
"Let us go on," said D'Artagnan.
They entered a corridor leading to the bedrooms, and Planchet pushed open the
"Hollo! what is that out yonder?" said Porthos.
"The forest," said Planchet. "It is the horizon, - a thick line of green, which is
yellow in the spring, green in the summer, red in the autumn, and white in the