on the first night of the "Trois Mousquetaires." Maquet was the artisan and Dumas the artist of that collaboration, and the henchman had no thought of any public acknowledgment of his share of the work. But at the fall of the curtain Mélingue, the famous "D'Artagnan" came forward and named "Messieurs Alexandre Dumas and August Maquet." Maquet gave a cry of joy and pride, and fell sobbing on his master's neck.
The young and ambitious author always found a kind, genial, helpful friend in Dumas. One day a novice came to ask the great man a favour. Would he listen to a play in verse? Dumas, whose time was golden, nevertheless good-naturedly agreed. After the first act the great man remarked thoughtlessly:
"My boy, your verses are not very rich in poetry."[1]
"Not rich..." the young man exclaimed in dismay, letting the manuscript fall from his hands.
Dumas, regretting that he had given such pain to a beginner, picked up the play and handed it back to the youth, saying hurriedly:
"Don't be discouraged by such a little thing, my
- ↑ The word "riche" here implies a certain form of line-ending in French verse, but for the purposes of the story our use of it is as appropriate, and more comprehensible.
