from which you snatched the bone it has legitimately gained; "I disturb myself. Ah! Monsieur d'Artagnan, how hard you are upon me!"
"If you don't go directly and tell Monsieur Percerin that I am here, my dear Molière," said D'Artagnan, in a low tone, "I warn you of one thing; that I won't exhibit to you the friend I have brought with me."
Molière indicated Porthos by an imperceptible gesture:
"This gentleman, is it not?"
"Yes."
Molière fixed upon Porthos one of those looks which penetrate the minds and hearts of men. The subject doubtless appeared very promising to him, for he immediately rose and led the way into the adjoining chamber.
CHAPTER IV.
THE PATTERNS.
DURING all this time the crowd was slowly rolling away, leaving at every angle of the counter either a murmur or a menace, as the waves leave foam or scatter seaweed on the sands when they retire with the ebbing tide. In about ten minutes Molière reappeared, making another sign to D'Artagnan from under the hangings. The latter hurried after him, with Porthos in the rear, and after threading a labyrinth of corridors, introduced him to M. Percerin's room. The old man, with his sleeves turned up, was gathering up in folds a piece of gold-flowered brocade, so as the better to exhibit its luster. Perceiving D'Artagnan, he put the silk aside, and came to meet him, by no means radiant with joy, and by no means courteous, but, take it altogether, in a tolerably civil manner.
"The captain of the musketeers will excuse me, I am sure, for I am engaged."
"Eh! yes, on the king's costumes; I know that, my dear Monsieur Percerin. You are making three, they tell me."
"Five, my dear monsieur, five."
"Three or five, 'tis all the same to me, my dear monsieur; and I know that you will make them most exquisitely."
"Yes, I know. Once made, they will be the most beautiful in the world, I do not deny it; but that they may be the most beautiful in the world, they must first be made; and to do this, captain, I am pressed for time"
