said he, casting down his eyes.

"I mean the table -- good wine -- evenings occupied in
passing the bottle."

"Ah, monsieur, we don't reckon those pleasures, -- we
practice them every day."

"My brave Mousqueton," resumed D'Artagnan, "pardon me, but I
was so absorbed in your charming recital that I have
forgotten the principal object of our conversation, which
was to learn what M. le Vicaire-General d'Herblay could have
to write to your master about."

"That is true, monsieur," said Mousqueton; "the pleasures
have misled us. Well, monsieur, this is the whole affair."

"I am all attention, Mousqueton."

"On Wednesday ---- "

"The day of the rustic pleasures?"

"Yes -- a letter arrived; he received it from my hands. I
had recognized the writing."

"Well?"

"Monseigneur read it and cried out, `Quick, my horses! my
arms!'"