D’Artagnan thought of all these matters.  He remembered how at the Louvre he had often seen, as she passed by him in the full radiance of her dazzling charms, the beautiful Madame de Longueville.  He thought of Aramis, who, without possessing any greater advantages than himself, had formerly been the lover of Madame de Chevreuse, who had been to a former court what Madame de Longueville was in that day; and he wondered how it was that there should be in the world people who succeed in every wish, some in ambition, others in love, whilst others, either from chance, or from ill-luck, or from some natural defect or impediment, remain half-way upon the road toward fulfilment of their hopes and expectations.

He was confessing to himself that he belonged to the latter unhappy class, when Planchet approached and said: 

“I will lay a wager, your honor, that you and I are thinking of the same thing.”

“I doubt it, Planchet,” replied D’Artagnan, “but what are you thinking of?”

“I am thinking, sir, of those desperate looking men who were drinking in the inn where we rested.”

“Always cautious, Planchet.”

“’Tis instinct, your honor.”

“Well, what does your instinct tell you now?”

“Sir, my instinct told me that those people were assembled there for some bad purpose; and I was reflecting on what my instinct had told me, in the darkest corner of the stable, when a man wrapped in a cloak and followed by two other men, came in.”

“Ah ah!” said D’Artagnan, Planchet’s recital agreeing with his own observations.  “Well?”

“One of these two men said, `He must certainly be at Noisy, or be coming there this evening, for I have seen his servant.’

“`Art thou sure?’ said the man in the cloak.

“`Yes, my prince.’”

“My prince!” interrupted D’Artagnan.

“Yes, `my prince;’ but listen. `If he is here’ —­ this is what the other man said —­ `let’s see decidedly what to do with him.’

“`What to do with him?’ answered the prince.

“`Yes, he’s not a man to allow himself to be taken anyhow; he’ll defend himself.’

“`Well, we must try to take him alive.  Have you cords to bind him with and a gag to stop his mouth?’

“`We have.’

“`Remember that he will most likely be disguised as a horseman.’

“`Yes, yes, my lord; don’t be uneasy.’

“`Besides, I shall be there.’

“`You will assure us that justice ——­ ’

“`Yes, yes!  I answer for all that,’ the prince said.

“`Well, then, we’ll do our best.’  Having said that, they went out of the stable.”

“Well, what matters all that to us?” said D’Artagnan.  “This is one of those attempts that happen every day.”

“Are you sure that we are not its objects?”

“We?  Why?”

“Just remember what they said. `I have seen his servant,’ said one, and that applies very well to me.”