"Youwillsee。？Look。？Theprisonerisreturningfromchapel。"
　　Andtheysaw，bytheredflashesoflightningagainstthevioletfogwhichthewindstampeduponthebank—wardsky，theysawpassgravely，atsixpacesbehindthegovernor，amanclothedinblackandmaskedbyavizorofpolishedsteel，solderedtoahelmetofthesamenature，whichaltogetherenvelopedthewholeofhishead。？Thefireoftheheavenscastredreflectionsonthepolishedsurface，andthesereflections，flyingoffcapriciously，seemedtobeangrylookslaunchedbytheunfortunate，insteadofimprecations。？Inthemiddleofthegallery，theprisonerstoppedforamoment，tocontemplatetheinfinitehorizon，torespirethesulphurousperfumesofthetempest，todrinkinthirstilythehotrain，andtobreatheasighresemblingasmotheredgroan。
　　"Comeon，monsieur，"saidSaint—Mars，sharply，totheprisoner，forhealreadybecameuneasyatseeinghimlooksolongbeyondthewalls。？"Monsieur，comeon！"
　　"Saymonseigneur！"criedAthos，fromhiscorner，withavoicesosolemnandterrible，thatthegovernortrembledfromheadtofoot。？Athosinsisteduponrespectbeingpaidtofallenmajesty。？Theprisonerturnedround。
　　"Whospoke？"askedSaint—Mars。
　　"ItwasI，"repliedD'Artagnan，showinghimselfpromptly。？"Youknowthatistheorder。"
　　"Callmeneithermonsieurnormonseigneur，"saidtheprisonerinhisturn，inavoicethatpenetratedtotheverysoulofRaoul;"callmeACCURSED！"？Hepassedon，andtheirondoorcroakedafterhim。
　　"Theregoesatrulyunfortunateman！"murmuredthemusketeerinahollowwhisper，pointingouttoRaoulthechamberinhabitedbytheprince。
　　ChapterXXXIII:
　　Promises。
　　ScarcelyhadD'Artagnanre—enteredhisapartmentwithhistwofriends，whenoneofthesoldiersofthefortcametoinformhimthatthegovernorwasseekinghim。？ThebarkwhichRaoulhadperceivedatsea，andwhichappearedsoeagertogaintheport，cametoSainte—Margueritewithanimportantdispatchforthecaptainofthemusketeers。？Onopeningit，D'Artagnanrecognizedthewritingoftheking:
　　"Ishouldthink，"saidLouisXIV。，"youwillhavecompletedtheexecutionofmyorders，Monsieurd'Artagnan;return，then，immediatelytoParis，andjoinmeattheLouvre。"
　　"Thereistheendofmyexile！"criedthemusketeerwithjoy;"Godbepraised，Iamnolongerajailer！"？AndheshowedthelettertoAthos。
　　"So，then，youmustleaveus？"repliedthelatter，inamelancholytone。
　　"Yes，buttomeetagain，dearfriend，seeingthatRaoulisoldenoughnowtogoalonewithM。deBeaufort，andwillpreferhisfathergoingbackincompanywithM。
　　d'Artagnan，toforcinghimtotraveltwohundredleaguessolitarilytoreachhomeatLaF鑢e;willyounot，Raoul？"
　　"Certainly，"
　　stammeredthelatter，withanexpressionoftenderregret。
　　"No，no，myfriend，"interruptedAthos，"IwillneverquitRaoultillthedayhisvesseldisappearsonthehorizon。？AslongasheremainsinFranceheshallnotbeseparatedfromme。"
　　"Asyouplease，dearfriend;butwewill，atleast，leaveSainte—Margueritetogether;takeadvantageofthebarkthatwillconveymebacktoAntibes。"
　　"Withallmyheart;wecannottoosoonbeatadistancefromthisfort，andfromthespectaclethatshockedussojustnow。"
　　Thethreefriendsquittedthelittleisle，afterpayingtheirrespectstothegovernor，andbythelastflashesofthedepartingtempesttheytooktheirfarewellofthewhitewallsofthefort。？D'Artagnanpartedfromhisfriendthatsamenight，afterhavingseenfiresettothecarriageupontheshorebytheordersofSaint—Mars，accordingtotheadvicethecaptainhadgivenhim。？Beforegettingonhorseback，andafterleavingthearmsofAthos:
　　"Myfriends，"saidhe，"youbeartoomuchresemblancetotwosoldierswhoareabandoningtheirpost。？SomethingwarnsmethatRaoulwillrequirebeingsupportedbyyouinhisrank。？WillyouallowmetoaskpermissiontogooverintoAfricawithahundredgoodmuskets？？Thekingwillnotrefuseme，andIwilltakeyouwithme。"
　　"Monsieurd'Artagnan，"repliedRaoul，pressinghishandwithemotion，"thanksforthatoffer，whichwouldgiveusmorethanwewish，eithermonsieurlecomteorI。？I，whoamyoung，standinneedoflaborofmindandfatigueofbody;monsieurlecomtewantstheprofoundestrepose。？Youarehisbestfriend。？Irecommendhimtoyourcare。？Inwatchingoverhim，youareholdingbothoursoulsinyourhands。"
　　"I
　　mustgo;myhorseisallinafret，"saidD'Artagnan，withwhomthemostmanifestsignofalivelyemotionwasthechangeofideasinconversation。？"Come，comte，howmanydayslongerhasRaoultostayhere？"
　　"Threedaysatmost。"
　　"Andhowlongwillittakeyoutoreachhome？"
　　"Oh！
　　aconsiderabletime，"repliedAthos。？"IshallnotliketheideaofbeingseparatedtooquicklyfromRaoul。？Timewilltraveltoofastofitselftorequiremetoaiditbydistance。？Ishallonlymakehalf—stages。"
　　"Andwhyso，myfriend？？Nothingismoredullthantravelingslowly;andhostelrylifedoesnotbecomeamanlikeyou。"
　　"Myfriend，Icamehitheronpost—horses;butIwishtopurchasetwoanimalsofasuperiorkind。？Now，totakethemhomefresh，itwouldnotbeprudenttomakethemtravelmorethansevenoreightleaguesaday。"
　　"WhereisGrimaud？"
　　"HearrivedyesterdaymorningwithRaoul'sappointments;andIhavelefthimtosleep。"
　　"Thatis，nevertocomebackagain，"D'Artagnansufferedtoescapehim。？"Tillwemeetagain，then，dearAthos—
　　andifyouarediligent，Ishallembraceyouthesooner。"？Sosaying，heputhisfootinthestirrup，whichRaoulheld。
　　"Farewell！"
　　saidtheyoungman，embracinghim。
　　"Farewell！"
　　saidD'Artagnan，ashegotintohissaddle。
　　Hishorsemadeamovementwhichdividedthecavalierfromhisfriends。？ThisscenehadtakenplaceinfrontofthehousechosenbyAthos，nearthegatesofAntibes，whitherD'Artagnan，afterhissupper，hadorderedhishorsestobebrought。？Theroadbegantobranchoffthere，whiteandundulatinginthevaporsofthenight。？Thehorseeagerlyrespiredthesalt，sharpperfumeofthemarshes。？D'Artagnanputhimtoatrot;andAthosandRaoulsadlyturnedtowardsthehouse。？Allatoncetheyheardtherapidapproachofahorse'ssteps，andfirstbelieved？ittobeoneofthosesingularrepercussionswhichdeceivetheearateveryturninaroad。？Butitwasreallythereturnofthehorseman。？Theyutteredacryofjoyoussurprise;andthecaptain，springingtothegroundlikeayoungman，seizedwithinhisarmsthetwobelovedheadsofAthosandRaoul。？Heheldthemlongembracedthus，withoutspeakingaword，orsufferingthesighwhichwasburstinghisbreasttoescapehim。？Then，asrapidlyashehadcomeback，hesetoffagain，withasharpapplicationofhisspurstothesidesofhisfieryhorse。
　　"Alas！"
　　saidthecomte，inalowvoice，"alas！alas！"
　　"Anevilomen！"onhisside，saidD'Artagnantohimself，makingupforlosttime。？"Icouldnotsmileuponthem。？Anevilomen！"
　　ThenextdayGrimaudwasonfootagain。？TheservicecommandedbyM。deBeaufortwashappilyaccomplished。？Theflotilla，senttoToulonbytheexertionsofRaoul，hadsetout，draggingafteritinlittlenutshells，almostinvisible，thewivesandfriendsofthefishermenandsmugglersputinrequisitionfortheserviceofthefleet。？Thetime，soshort，whichremainedforfatherandsontolivetogether，appearedtogobywithdoublerapidity，likesomeswiftstreamthatflowstowardseternity。？AthosandRaoulreturnedtoToulon，whichbegantobefilledwiththenoiseofcarriages，withthenoiseofarms，thenoiseofneighinghorses。？Thetrumpeterssoundedtheirspiritedmarches;thedrummerssignalizedtheirstrength;thestreetswereoverflowingwithsoldiers，servants，andtradespeople。？TheDucdeBeaufortwaseverywhere，superintendingtheembarkationwiththezealandinterestofagoodcaptain。？Heencouragedthehumblestofhiscompanions;hescoldedhislieutenants，eventhoseofthehighestrank。？Artillery，provisions，baggage，heinsisteduponseeingallhimself。？Heexaminedtheequipmentofeverysoldier;
　　assuredhimselfofthehealthandsoundnessofeveryhorse。？Itwasplainthat，light，boastful，egotistical，inhishotel，thegentlemanbecamethesoldieragain—thehighnoble，acaptain—infaceoftheresponsibilityhehadaccepted。？Andyet，itmustbeadmittedthat，whateverwasthecarewithwhichhepresidedoverthepreparationsfordeparture，itwaseasytoperceivecarelessprecipitation，andtheabsenceofalltheprecautionthatmaketheFrenchsoliderthefirstsoldierintheworld，because，inthatworld，heistheonemostabandonedtohisownphysicalandmoralresources。？Allthingshavingsatisfied，orappearingtohavesatisfied，theadmiral，hepaidhiscomplimentstoRaoul，andgavethelastordersforsailing，whichwasorderedthenextmorningatdaybreak。？Heinvitedthecomtehadhissontodinewithhim;butthey，underapretextofservice，keptthemselvesapart。？Gainingtheirhostelry，situatedunderthetreesofthegreatPlace，theytooktheirrepastinhaste，andAthosledRaoultotherockswhichdominatethecity，vastgraymountains，whencetheviewisinfiniteandembracesaliquidhorizonwhichappears，soremoteisit，onalevelwiththerocksthemselves。？Thenightwasfine，asitalwaysisinthesehappyclimes。？Themoon，risingbehindtherocks，unrolledasilversheetontheceruleancarpetofthesea。？Intheroadsteadsmaneuveredsilentlythevesselswhichhadjusttakentheirranktofacilitatetheembarkation。？Thesea，loadedwithphosphoriclight，openedbeneaththehullsofthebarksthattransportedthebaggageandmunitions;everydipoftheprowplowedupthisgulfofwhiteflames;fromeveryoardroppedliquiddiamonds。？Thesailors，rejoicinginthelargessesoftheadmiral，wereheardmurmuringtheirslowandartlesssongs。？Sometimesthegrindingofthechainswasmixedwiththedullnoiseofshotfallingintotheholds。？Suchharmonies，suchaspectacle，oppresstheheartlikefear，anddilateitlikehope。？Allthislifespeaksofdeath。？Athoshadseatedhimselfwithhisson，uponthemoss，amongthebramblesofthepromontory。？Aroundtheirheadspassedandrepassedlargebats，carriedalongbythefearfulwhirloftheirblindchase。？ThefeetofRaoulwereovertheedgeofthecliff，bathedinthatvoidwhichispeopledbyvertigo，andprovokestoself—annihilation。？Whenthemoonhadrisentoitsfullestheight，caressingwithlighttheneighboringpeaks，whenthewaterymirrorwasilluminedinitsfullextent，andthelittleredfireshadmadetheiropeningsintheblackmassesofeveryship，Athos，collectingallhisideasandallhiscourage，said:
　　"Godhasmadeallthesethingsthatwesee，Raoul;Hehasmadeusalso，—pooratomsmixedupwiththismonstrousuniverse。？Weshinelikethosefiresandthosestars;wesighlikethosewaves;wesufferlikethosegreatships，whicharewornoutinplowingthewaves，inobeyingthewindthaturgesthemtowardsanend，asthebreathofGodblowsustowardsaport。？Everythinglikestolive，Raoul;andeverythingseemsbeautifultolivingthings。"
　　"Monsieur，"
　　saidRaoul，"wehavebeforeusabeautifulspectacle！"
　　"HowgoodD'Artagnanis！"interruptedAthos，suddenly，"andwhatararegoodfortuneitistobesupportedduringawholelifebysuchafriendasheis！？Thatiswhatyouhavemissed，Raoul。"
　　"A
　　friend！"criedRaoul，"Ihavewantedafriend！"
　　"M。
　　deGuicheisanagreeablecompanion，"resumedthecomte，coldly，"butIbelieve，inthetimesinwhichyoulive，menaremoreengagedintheirowninterestsandtheirownpleasuresthantheywereinours。？Youhavesoughtasecludedlife;thatisagreathappiness，butyouhavelostyourstrengththereby。？Wefour，moreweanedfromthosedelicateabstractionsthatconstituteyourjoy，furnishedmuchmoreresistancewhenmisfortunepresenteditself。"
　　"I
　　havenotinterruptedyou，monsieur，totellyouthatIhadafriend，andthatthatfriendisM。deGuiche。？Certes，heisgoodandgenerous，andmoreoverhelovesme。？ButIhavelivedundertheguardianshipofanotherfriendship，monsieur，aspreciousandasstrongasthatofwhichyouspeak，sinceitisyours。"
　　"I
　　havenotbeenafriendforyou，Raoul，"saidAthos。
　　"Eh！
　　monsieur，andinwhatrespectnot？"
　　"BecauseIhavegivenyoureasontothinkthatlifehasbutoneface，because，sadandsevere，alas！？Ihavealwayscutoffforyou，without，Godknows，wishingtodoso，thejoyousbudsthatspringincessantlyfromthefairtreeofyouth;sothatatthismomentIrepentofnothavingmadeofyouamoreexpansive，dissipated，animatedman。"
　　"I
　　knowwhyyousaythat，monsieur。？No，itisnotyouwhohavemademewhatIam;itwaslove，whichtookmeatthetimewhenchildrenonlyhaveinclinations;itistheconstancynaturaltomycharacter，whichwithothercreaturesisbuthabit。？IbelievedthatIshouldalwaysbeasIwas;IthoughtGodhadcastmeinapathquiteclear，quitestraight，borderedwithfruitsandflowers。？Ihadeverwatchingovermeyourvigilanceandstrength。？Ibelievedmyselftobevigilantandstrong。？Nothingpreparedme;Ifellonce，andthatoncedeprivedmeofcourageforthewholeofmylife。？ItisquitetruethatIwreckedmyself。？Oh，no，monsieur！youarenothinginmypastbuthappiness—inmyfuturebuthope！？No，Ihavenoreproachtomakeagainstlifesuchasyoumadeitforme;Iblessyou，andIloveyouardently。"
　　"MydearRaoul，yourwordsdomegood。？Theyprovetomethatyouwillactalittleformeinthetimetocome。"
　　"I
　　shallonlyactforyou，monsieur。"
　　"Raoul，whatIhaveneverhithertodonewithrespecttoyou，Iwillhenceforwarddo。？Iwillbeyourfriend，notyourfather。？Wewillliveinexpandingourselves，insteadoflivingandholdingourselvesprisoners，whenyoucomeback。？Andthatwillbesoon，willitnot？"
　　"Certainly，monsieur，forsuchanexpeditioncannotlastlong。"
　　"Soon，then，Raoul，soon，insteadoflivingmoderatelyonmyincome，Iwillgiveyouthecapitalofmyestates。？Itwillsufficeforlaunchingyouintotheworldtillmydeath;andyouwillgiveme，I
　　hope，beforethattime，theconsolationofnotseeingmyraceextinct。"
　　"I
　　willdoallyoumaycommand，"saidRaoul，muchagitated。
　　"Itisnotnecessary，Raoul，thatyourdutyasaide—de—campshouldleadyouintotoohazardousenterprises。？Youhavegonethroughyourordeal;youareknowntobeatruemanunderfire。？RememberthatwarwithArabsisawarofsnares，ambuscades，andassassinations。"
　　"Soitissaid，monsieur。"
　　"Thereisnevermuchgloryinfallinginanambuscade。？Itisadeathwhichalwaysimpliesalittlerashnessorwantofforesight。？Often，indeed，hewhofallsinonemeetswithbutlittlepity。？Thosewhoarenotpitied，Raoul，havediedtolittlepurpose。？Stillfurther，theconquerorlaughs，andweFrenchmenoughtnottoallowstupidinfidelstotriumphoverourfaults。？DoyouclearlyunderstandwhatIamsayingtoyou，Raoul？？GodforbidIshouldencourageyoutoavoidencounters。"
　　"I
　　amnaturallyprudent，monsieur，andIhaveverygoodfortune，"saidRaoul，witha？smilewhichchilledtheheartofhispoorfather;"for，"theyoungmanhastenedtoadd，"intwentycombatsthroughwhichIhavebeen，Ihaveonlyreceivedonescratch。"
　　"Thereisinaddition，"saidAthos，"theclimatetobedreaded:thatisanuglyend，todieoffever！？KingSaint—LouisprayedGodtosendhimanarrowortheplague，ratherthanthefever。"
　　"Oh，monsieur！withsobriety，withreasonableexercise—"
　　"I
　　havealreadyobtainedfromM。deBeaufortapromisethathisdispatchesshallbesentoffeveryfortnighttoFrance。？You，ashisaide—de—camp，willbechargedwithexpeditingthem，andwillbesurenottoforgetme。"
　　"No，monsieur，"saidRaoul，almostchokedwithemotion。
　　"Besides，Raoul，asyouareagoodChristian，andIamonealso，weoughttoreckonuponamorespecialprotectionofGodandHisguardianangels。？Promisemethatifanythingevilshouldhappentoyou，onanyoccasion，youwillthinkofmeatonce。"
　　"Firstandatonce！？Oh！yes，monsieur。"
　　"Andwillcalluponme？"
　　"Instantly。"
　　"Youdreamofmesometimes，doyounot，Raoul？"
　　"Everynight，monsieur。？DuringmyearlyyouthIsawyouinmydreams，calmandmild，withonehandstretchedoutovermyhead，andthatitwaswhichmademesleepsosoundly—formerly。"
　　"Weloveeachothertoodearly，"saidthecomte，"thatfromthismoment，inwhichweseparate，aportionofbothoursoulsshouldnottravelwithoneandtheotherofus，andshouldnotdwellwhereverwemaydwell。？Wheneveryoumaybesad，Raoul，Ifeelthatmyheartwillbedissolvedinsadness;andwhenyousmileonthinkingofme，beassuredyouwillsendme，fromhoweverremoteadistance，avitalscintillationofyourjoy。"
　　"I
　　willnotpromiseyoutobejoyous，"repliedtheyoungman;"butyoumaybecertainthatIwillneverpassanhourwithoutthinkingofyou，notonehour，Iswear，unlessIshallbedead。"
　　Athoscouldcontainhimselfnolonger;hethrewhisarmroundtheneckofhisson，andheldhimembracedwithallthepowerofhisheart。？Themoonbegantobenoweclipsedbytwilight;
　　agoldenbandsurroundedthehorizon，announcingtheapproachoftheday。？AthosthrewhiscloakovertheshouldersofRaoul，andledhimbacktothecity，whereburdensandporterswerealreadyinmotion，likeavastant—hill。？AttheextremityoftheplateauwhichAthosandBragelonnewerequitting，theysawadarkshadowmovinguneasilybackwardsandforwards，asifinindecisionorashamedtobeseen。？ItwasGrimaud，whoinhisanxietyhadtrackedhismaster，andwasthereawaitinghim。
　　"Oh！
　　mygoodGrimaud，"criedRaoul，"whatdoyouwant？？Youarecometotellusitistimetobegone，haveyounot？"
　　"Alone？"
　　saidGrimaud，addressingAthosandpointingtoRaoulinatoneofreproach，whichshowedtowhatanextenttheoldmanwastroubled。
　　"Oh！
　　youareright！"criedthecomte。？"No，Raoulshallnotgoalone;no，heshallnotbeleftaloneinastrangelandwithoutsomefriendlyhandtosupporthim，somefriendlyhearttorecalltohimallheloved！"
　　"I？"
　　saidGrimaud。
　　"You，yes，you！"criedRaoul，touchedtotheinmostheart。
　　"Alas！"
　　saidAthos，"youareveryold，mygoodGrimaud。"
　　"Somuchthebetter，"repliedthelatter，withaninexpressibledepthoffeelingandintelligence。
　　"Buttheembarkationisbegun，"saidRaoul，"andyouarenotprepared。"
　　"Yes，"
　　saidGrimaud，showingthekeysofhistrunks，mixedwiththoseofhisyoungmaster。
　　"But，"
　　againobjectedRaoul，"youcannotleavemonsieurlecomtethusalone;
　　monsieurlecomte，whomyouhaveneverquitted？"
　　GrimaudturnedhisdiamondeyesuponAthosandRaoul，asiftomeasurethestrengthofboth。？Thecomteutterednotaword。
　　"Monsieurlecomteprefersmygoing，"saidGrimaud。
　　"I
　　do，"saidAthos，byaninclinationofthehead。
　　Atthatmomentthedrumssuddenlyrolled，andtheclarionsfilledtheairwiththeirinspiringnotes。？Theregimentsdestinedfortheexpeditionbegantodebouchfromthecity。？Theyadvancedtothenumberoffive，eachcomposedoffortycompanies。？Royalsmarchedfirst，distinguishedbytheirwhiteuniform，facedwithblue。？Theordonnancecolors，quarteredcross—wise，violetanddeadleaf，withasprinklingofgoldenfleurs—de—lis，leftthewhite—coloredflag，withitsfleur—de—lisedcross，todominatethewhole。？Musketeersatthewings，withtheirforkedsticksandtheirmusketsontheirshoulders;
　　pikemeninthecenter，withtheirlances，fourteenfeetinlength，marchedgaylytowardsthetransports，whichcarriedthemindetailtotheships。？TheregimentsofPicardy，Navarre，Normandy，andRoyalVaisseau，followedafter。？M。
　　deBeauforthadknownwellhowtoselecthistroops。？Hehimselfwasseenclosingthemarchwithhisstaff—itwouldtakeafullhourbeforehecouldreachthesea。？RaoulwithAthosturnedhisstepsslowlytowardsthebeach，inordertotakehisplacewhentheprinceembarked。？Grimaud，boilingwiththeardorofayoungman，superintendedtheembarkationofRaoul'sbaggageintheadmiral'svessel。？Athos，withhisarmpassedthroughthatofthesonhewasabouttolose，absorbedinmelancholymeditation，wasdeaftoeverynoisearoundhim。？AnofficercamequicklytowardsthemtoinformRaoulthatM。deBeaufortwasanxioustohavehimbyhisside。
　　"Havethekindnesstotelltheprince，"saidRaoul，"thatIrequesthewillallowmethishourtoenjoythecompanyofmyfather。"
　　"No，no，"saidAthos，"anaide—de—campoughtnotthustoquithisgeneral。？Pleasetotelltheprince，monsieur，thatthevicomtewilljoinhimimmediately。"？Theofficersetoffatagallop。
　　"Whetherweparthereorpartthere，"addedthecomte，"itisnolessaseparation。"？Hecarefullybrushedthedustfromhisson'scoat，andpassedhishandoverhishairastheywalkedalong。？"But，Raoul，"saidhe，"youwantmoney。？M。deBeaufort'strainwillbesplendid，andIamcertainitwillbeagreeabletoyoutopurchasehorsesandarms，whichareverydearthingsinAfrica。？Now，asyouarenotactuallyintheserviceofthekingorM。deBeaufort，andaresimplyavolunteer，youmustnotreckonuponeitherpayorlargesse。？ButI
　　shouldnotlikeyoutowantforanythingatGigelli。？Herearetwohundredpistoles;ifyouwouldpleaseme，Raoul，spendthem。"
　　Raoulpressedthehandofhisfather，and，attheturningofastreet，theysawM。deBeaufort，mountedonamagnificentwhitegenet，whichrespondedbygracefulcurvetstotheapplauseofthewomenofthecity。？ThedukecalledRaoul，andheldouthishandtothecomte。？Hespoketohimforsometime，withsuchakindlyexpressionthattheheartofthepoorfatherevenfeltalittlecomforted。？Itwas，however，evidenttobothfatherandsonthattheirwalkamountedtonothinglessthanapunishment。？Therewasaterriblemoment—thatatwhich，onquittingthesandsoftheshore，thesoldiersandsailorsexchangedthelastkisseswiththeirfamiliesandfriends;
　　asuprememoment，inwhich，notwithstandingtheclearnessoftheheavens，thewarmthofthesun，oftheperfumesoftheair，andtherichlifethatwascirculatingintheirveins，everythingappearedblack，everythingbitter，everythingcreateddoubtsofProvidence，nay，atthemost，ofGod。？Itwascustomaryfortheadmiralandhissuitetoembarklast;thecannonwaitedtoannounce，withitsformidablevoice，thattheleaderhadplacedhisfootonboardhisvessel。？Athos，forgetfulofboththeadmiralandthefleet，andofhisowndignityasastrongman，openedhisarmstohisson，andpressedhimconvulsivelytohisheart。
　　"Accompanyusonboard，"saidtheduke，verymuchaffected;"youwillgainagoodhalf—hour。"
　　"No，"
　　saidAthos，"myfarewellhasbeenspoken，Idonotwishtovoiceasecond。"
　　"Then，vicomte，embark—embarkquickly！"addedtheprince，wishingtosparethetearsofthesetwomen，whoseheartswerebursting。？Andpaternally，tenderly，verymuchasPorthosmighthavedone，hetookRaoulinhisarmsandplacedhimintheboat，theoarsofwhich，atasignal，immediatelyweredippedinthewaves。？Hehimself，forgetfulofceremony，jumpedintohisboat，andpusheditoffwithavigorousfoot。？"Adieu！"criedRaoul。
　　Athosrepliedonlybyasign，buthefeltsomethingburningonhishand:itwastherespectfulkissofGrimaud—thelastfarewellofthefaithfuldog。？Thiskissgiven，Grimaudjumpedfromthestepofthemoleuponthestemofatwo—oaredyawl，whichhadjustbeentakenintowbyachalandservedbytwelvegalley—oars。？Athosseatedhimselfonthemole，stunned，deaf，abandoned。？Everyinstanttookfromhimoneofthefeatures，oneoftheshadesofthepalefaceofhisson。？Withhisarmshangingdown，hiseyesfixed，hismouthopen，heremainedconfoundedwithRaoul—inonesamelook，inonesamethought，inonesamestupor。？Thesea，bydegrees，carriedawayboatsandfacestothatdistanceatwhichmenbecomenothingbutpoints，—loves，nothingbutremembrances。？Athossawhissonascendtheladderoftheadmiral'sship，hesawhimleanupontherailofthedeck，andplacehimselfinsuchamannerastobealwaysanobjectintheeyeofhisfather。？Invainthecannonthundered，invainfromtheshipsoundedthelongandlordlytumult，respondedtobyimmenseacclamationsfromtheshore;invaindidthenoisedeafentheearofthefather，thesmokeobscuredthecherishedobjectofhisaspirations。？Raoulappearedtohimtothelastmoment;
　　andtheimperceptibleatom，passingfromblacktopale，frompaletowhite，fromwhitetonothing，disappearedforAthos—disappearedverylongafter，toalltheeyesofthespectators，haddisappearedbothgallantshipsandswellingsails。？Towardsmidday，whenthesundevouredspace，andscarcelythetopsofthemastsdominatedtheincandescentlimitofthesea，Athosperceivedasoftaerialshadowrise，andvanishassoonasseen。？Thiswasthesmokeofacannon，whichM。deBeaufortorderedtobefiredasalastsalutetothecoastofFrance。？Thepointwasburiedinitsturnbeneaththesky，andAthosreturnedwithslowandpainfulsteptohisdesertedhostelry。
　　ChapterXXXIV:
　　AmongWomen。
　　D'Artagnanhadnotbeenabletohidehisfeelingsfromhisfriendssomuchashewouldhavewished。？Thestoicalsoldier，theimpassiveman—at—arms，overcomebyfearandsadpresentiments，hadyielded，forafewmoments，tohumanweakness。？When，therefore，hehadsilencedhisheartandcalmedtheagitationofhisnerves，turningtowardshislackey，asilentservant，alwayslistening，inordertoobeythemorepromptly:
　　"Rabaud，"
　　saidhe，"mind，wemusttravelthirtyleaguesaday。"
　　"Atyourpleasure，captain，"repliedRabaud。