and we shall assuredly see the scene hit off to the life in some comedy or other."
Porthos smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" asked D'Artagnan.
"Must I confess? Well, I was laughing over my good fortune."
"Oh, that is true; I don't know a happier man than you. But what is this last piece of luck that has befallen you?"
"Well, my dear fellow, congratulate me."
"I desire nothing better."
"It seems that I am the first who has had his measure taken in that manner."
"Are you sure of it?"
"Nearly so. Certain signs of intelligence which passed between Volière and the other garçons showed me the fact."
"Well, my friend, that does not surprise me from Molière," said D'Artagnan.
"Volière, my friend."
"Oh, no, no, indeed! I am very willing to leave you to say Volière; but myself, I shall continue to say Molière. Well, this, I was saying, does not surprise me, coming from Molière, who is a very ingenious fellow, and inspired you with this grand idea."
"It will be of great use to him by and by, I am sure."
"Won't it be of use to him, indeed! I believe you, it will, and not a little so; for, you see, my friend Molière is of all known tailors the man who best clothes our barons, comtes, and marquises—according to their measure."
On this observation, neither the application nor depth of which shall we discuss, D'Artagnan and Porthos quitted M, de Percerin's house and rejoined their carriage, wherein we will leave them, in order to look after Molière and Aramis at St. Mandé.
CHAPTER VI.
THE BEEHIVE, THE BEES, AND THE HONEY.
THE bishop of Vannes, much annoyed at having met D'Artagnan at M. Percerin's, returned to St. Mandé in no very good humor. Molière, on the other hand, quite delighted at having made such a capital rough sketch, and at knowing where to find its original again, whenever he should desire to convert his sketch into a picture, Molière arrived
