CHAPTER LXXVIII.
THE PATTERNS.
During all this time the crowd was slowly rolling away, leaving at everyangle of the counter either a murmur or a menace, as the waves leavefoam or scattered seaweed on the sands, when they retire with the ebbingtide. In about ten minutes Moliere reappeared, making another sign toD'Artagnan from under the hangings. The latter hurried after him, withPorthos in the rear, and after threading a labyrinth of corridors,introduced him to M. Percerin's room. The old man, with his sleevesturned 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 thesilk aside, and came to meet him, by no means radiant with joy, and byno means courteous, but take it altogether, in a tolerably civil manner.
"The captain of the musketeers will excuse me, I am sure, for I amengaged."
"Eh! yes, on the king's costumes; I know that, my dear MonsieurPercerin. 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 knowthat you will make them most exquisitely."
"Yes, I know. Once made, they will be the most beautiful in the world, Ido 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 fortime."
"Oh, bah! there are two days yet; 'tis much more than you require,Monsieur Percerin," said D'Artagnan, in the coolest possible manner.
Percerin raised his head with the air of a man little accustomed to becontradicted, even in his whims; but D'Artagnan did not pay the leastattention to the airs which the illustrious tailor began to assume.
"My dear M. Percerin," he continued, "I bring you a customer."
"Ah! ah!" exclaimed Percerin, crossly.
"M. le Baron de Valon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds," continuedD'Artagnan.
Percerin attempted a bow, which found no favor in the eyes of theterrible Porthos, who, from his first entry into the room, had beenregarding the tailor askance.
"A very good friend of mine," concluded D'Artagnan.
"I will attend to monsieur," said Percerin, "but later."
"Later? but when?"
"When I have time."
"You have already told my valet as much," broke in Porthos,discontentedly.
"Very likely," said Percerin; "I am nearly always pushed for time."
"My friend," returned Porthos, sententiously, "there is always time whenone chooses to find it."
Percerin turned crimson, a very ominous sign indeed in old men blanchedby age. "Monsieur is very free to confer his custom elsewhere."
"Come, come, Percerin," interposed D'Artagnan, "you are not in a goodtemper to-day. Well, I will say one more word to you, which will bringyou on your knees; monsieur is not only a friend of mine, but more, afriend of M. Fouquet's."
"Ah! ah!" exclaimed the tailor, "that is another thing." Then, turningto Porthos, "Monsieur le Baron is attached to the surintendant?" heinquired.
"I am attached to myself," shouted Porthos, at the very moment that thetapestry was raised to introduce a new speaker in the dialogue. Molierewas all observation, D'Artagnan laughed, Porthos swore.
"My dear Percerin," said D'Artagnan, "you will make a dress for thebaron. 'Tis I who ask you."
"To you I will not say nay, captain."
"But that is not all; you will make it for him at once."
"'Tis impossible before eight days."
"That then is as much as to refuse, because the dress is wanted for thefete at Vaux."
"I repeat that it is impossible," returned the obstinate old man.
"By no means, dear Monsieur Percerin, above all if _I_ ask you," said amild voice at the door, a silvery voice which made D'Artagnan prick uphis ears. It was the voice of Aramis.
"Monsieur d'Herblay!" cried the tailor.
"Aramis," murmured D'Artagnan.
"Ah! our bishop," said Porthos.
"Good-morning, D'Artagnan; good morning, Porthos; good morning, my dearfriends," said Aramis. "Come, come, M. Percerin, make the baron's dress;and I will answer for it you will gratify M. Fouquet." And heaccompanied the words with a sign, which seemed to say, "Agree, anddismiss them."
It appeared that Aramis had over Master Percerin an influence superioreven to D'Artagnan's, for the tailor bowed in assent, and turning roundupon Porthos, "Go and get measured on the other side," said he rudely.
Porthos colored in a formidable manner. D'Artagnan saw the storm coming,and addressing Moliere said to him in an undertone, "You see before you,my dear monsieur, a man who considers himself disgraced if you measurethe flesh and bones that Heaven has given him; study this type for me,Master Aristophanes, and profit by it."
Moliere had no need of encouragement, and his gaze dwelt upon the BaronPorthos. "Monsieur," he said, "if you will come with me, I will makethem take your measure without the measurer touching you."
"Oh!" said Porthos, "how do you make that out, my friend?"
"I say that they shall apply neither line nor rule to the seams of yourdress. It is a new method we have invented for measuring people ofquality, who are too sensitive to allow low-born fellows to touch them.We know some susceptible persons who will not put up with beingmeasured, a process which, as I think, wounds the natural dignity ofman; and if perchance monsieur should be one of these--"
"Corboeuf! I believe I am too!"
"Well, that is a capital coincidence, and you will have the benefit ofour invention."
"But how in the world can it be done?" asked Porthos, delighted.
"Monsieur," said Moliere, bowing, "if you will deign to follow me, youwill see."
Aramis observed this scene with all his eyes. Perhaps he fancied fromD'Artagnan's liveliness that he would leave with Porthos, so as not tolose the conclusion of a scene so well begun. But, clear-sighted as hewas, Aramis deceived himself. Porthos and Moliere left together alone.D'Artagnan remained with Percerin. Why? From curiosity, doubtless;probably to enjoy a little longer the society of his good friend Aramis.As Moliere and Porthos disappeared, D'Artagnan drew near the bishop ofVannes, a proceeding which appeared particularly to disconcert him. "Adress for you also, is it not, my friend?"
Aramis smiled. "No," said he.
"You will go to Vaux, however?"
"I shall go, but without a new dress. You forget, dear D'Artagnan, thata poor bishop of Vannes is not rich enough to have new dresses for everyfete."
"Bah!" said the musketeer, laughing, "and do we write no more poems now,either?"
"Oh! D'Artagnan," exclaimed Aramis, "I have long given over all thesefollies."
"True," repeated D'Artagnan, only half convinced. As for Percerin, hehad relapsed into his contemplation of the brocades.
"Don't you perceive," said Aramis, smiling, "that we are greatly boringthis good gentleman, my dear D'Artagnan?"
"Ah! ah!" murmured the musketeer, aside; "that is I am boring you, myfriend." Then aloud, "Well, then, let us leave; I have no furtherbusiness here, and if you are as disengaged as I, Aramis--"
"No; not I--I wished--"
"Ah! you had something particular to say to M. Percerin? Why did you nottell me so at once?"
"Something particular, certainly," repeated Aramis, "but not for you,D'Artagnan. But, at the same time, I hope you will believe that I cannever have anything so particular to say that a friend like you may nothear it."
"Oh, no, no! I am going," said D'Artagnan, imparting to his voice anevident tone of curiosity; for Aramis' annoyance, well dissembled as itwas, had not a whit escaped him; and he knew that, in that impenetrablemind, everything, even the most apparently trivial, was designed to someend; an unknown one; but one which, from the knowledge he had of hisfriend's character, the musketeer felt must be important.
On his part, Aramis saw that D'Artagnan was not without suspicion, andpressed him. "Stay, by all means," he said, "this is what it is." Thenturning, toward the tailor, "My dear Percerin," said he, "I am even ve
ryhappy that you are here, D'Artagnan."
"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed the Gascon, for the third time, even lessdeceived this time than before.
Percerin never moved. Aramis roused him violently, by snatching from hishands the stuff upon which he was engaged. "My dear Percerin," said he,"I have, near at hand, M. Lebrun, one of M. Fouquet's painters."
"Ah, very good," thought D'Artagnan; "but why 'Lebrun'?"
Aramis looked at D'Artagnan, who seemed to be occupied with an engravingof Mark Antony. "And you wish to have made for him a dress, similar tothose of the Epicureans?" answered Percerin. And, while saying this, inan absent manner, the worthy tailor endeavored to recapture his piece ofbrocade.
"An Epicurean's dress?" asked D'Artagnan, in a tone of inquiry.
"I see," said Aramis, with a most engaging smile; "it is written thatour dear D'Artagnan shall know all our secrets this evening. Yes, myfriend, you have surely heard speak of M. Fouquet's Epicureans, have younot?"
"Undoubtedly. Is it not a kind of poetical society, of which LaFontaine, Loret, Pellisson, and Moliere are members, and which holds itssittings at Saint-Mande?"
"Exactly so. Well, we are going to put our poets in uniform, and enrollthem in a regiment for the king."
"Oh, very well; I understand; a surprise M. Fouquet is getting up forthe king. Be at ease; if that is the secret about M. Lebrun, I will notmention it."
"Always agreeable, my friend. No; Monsieur Lebrun has nothing to do withthis part of it; the secret which concerns him is far more importantthan the other."
"Then, if it is so important as all that, I prefer not to know it," saidD'Artagnan, making a show of departure.
"Come in, M. Lebrun, come in!" said Aramis, opening a side-door with hisright hand, and holding back D'Artagnan with his left.
"I'faith, I, too, am quite in the dark," quoth Percerin.
Aramis took an "opportunity," as is said in theatrical matters.--"Mydear M. Percerin," Aramis continued, "you are making five dresses forthe king, are you not? One in brocade; one in hunting-cloth; one invelvet; one in satin; and one in Florentine stuffs?"
"Yes; but how--do you know all that, monseigneur?" said Percerin,astounded.
"It is all very simple, my dear monsieur; there will be a hunt, abanquet, concert, promenade, and reception; these five kinds of dressare required by etiquette."
"You know everything, monseigneur!"
"And a great many more things, too," murmured D'Artagnan.
"But," cried the tailor, in triumph, "what you do not know,monseigneur--prince of the church though you are--what nobody willknow--what only the king, Mademoiselle de la Valliere, and myself doknow, is the color of the materials and nature of the ornaments, and thecut, the _ensemble_, the finish of it all!"
"Well," said Aramis, "that is precisely what I have come to ask you,dear Percerin."
"Ah, bah!" exclaimed the tailor, terrified, though Aramis had pronouncedthese words in his sweetest and most honeyed voice. The requestappeared, on reflection, so exaggerated, so ridiculous, so monstrous toM. Percerin that, first he laughed to himself, then aloud, and finishedwith a shout. D'Artagnan followed his example, not because he found thematter so "very funny," but in order not to allow Aramis to cool.
"At the outset, I appear to be hazarding an absurd question, do I not?"said Aramis. "But D'Artagnan, who is incarnate wisdom itself, will tellyou that I could not do otherwise than ask you this."
"Let us see," said the attentive musketeer, perceiving with hiswonderful instinct that they had only been skirmishing till now, andthat the hour of battle was approaching.
"Let us see," said Percerin, incredulously.
"Why, now," continued Aramis, "does M. Fouquet give the king a fete?--Isit not to please him?"
"Assuredly," said Percerin. D'Artagnan nodded assent.
"By delicate attentions? by some happy device? by a succession ofsurprises, like that of which we were talking?--the enrollment of ourEpicureans."
"Admirable."
"Well, then: this is the surprise we intend. M. Lebrun here is a man whodraws most exactly."
"Yes," said Percerin; "I have seen his pictures and observed that thedresses were highly elaborated. That is why I at once agreed to make hima costume--whether to agree with those of the Epicureans, or an originalone."
"My dear monsieur, we accept your offer, and shall presently availourselves of it; but just now, M. Lebrun is not in want of the dressesyou will make for himself, but of those you are making for the king."
Percerin made a bound backward, which D'Artagnan--calmest and mostappreciative of men--did not consider overdone; so many strange andstartling aspects wore the proposal which Aramis had just hazarded. "Theking's dresses! Give the king's dresses to any mortal whatever! Oh! foronce, monseigneur, your grace is mad!" cried the poor tailor inextremity.
"Help me now, D'Artagnan," said Aramis, more and more calm and smiling."Help me now to persuade monsieur, for _you_ understand, do you not?"
"Eh! eh!--not exactly, I declare."
"What! you do not understand that M. Fouquet wishes to afford the kingthe surprise of finding his portrait on his arrival at Vaux; and thatthe portrait, which will be a striking resemblance, ought to be dressedexactly as the king will be on the day it is shown?"
"Oh! yes, yes," said the musketeer, nearly convinced, so plausible wasthis reasoning. "Yes, my dear Aramis, you are right; it is a happy idea.I will wager it is one of your own, Aramis."
"Well, I don't know," replied the bishop; "either mine, or M.Fouquet's." Then scanning Percerin, after noticing D'Artagnan'shesitation. "Well, Monsieur Percerin," he asked, "what do you say tothis?"
"I say, that--"
"That you are, doubtless, free to refuse. I know well--and I by no meanscount upon compelling you, my dear monsieur. I will say more, I evenunderstand all the delicacy you feel in taking up with M. Fouquet'sidea; you dread appearing to flatter the king. A noble spirit, M.Percerin, a noble spirit!" The tailor stammered. "It would indeed be avery pretty compliment to pay the young prince," continued Aramis; "butas the surintendant told me, 'If Percerin refuse, tell him that it willnot at all lower him in my opinion, and I shall always esteem him,only--'"
"Only?" repeated Percerin, rather troubled.
"'Only,'" continued Aramis, "'I shall be compelled to say to theking'--you understand, my dear Monsieur Percerin, that these are M.Fouquet's words--I shall be constrained to say to the king, 'Sire, Ihad intended to present your majesty with your portrait, but owing to afeeling of delicacy, slightly exaggerated perhaps, although creditable,M. Percerin opposed the project.'"
"Opposed!" cried the tailor, terrified at the responsibility which wouldweigh upon him; "I to oppose the desire, the will of M. Fouquet when heis seeking to please the king! Oh! what a hateful word you have uttered,monseigneur. Oppose! Oh, 'tis not I who said it, Heaven have mercy onme. I call the captain of the musketeers to witness it! Is it not true,Monsieur d'Artagnan, that I have opposed nothing?"
D'Artagnan made a sign indicating that he wished to remain neutral. Hefelt that there was an intrigue at the bottom of it, whether comedy ortragedy; he was at his wit's end at not being able to fathom it, but inthe meanwhile wished to keep clear.
But already Percerin, goaded by the idea that the king should be told hehad stood in the way of a pleasant surprise, had offered Lebrun a chair,and proceeded to bring from a wardrobe four magnificent dresses, thefifth being still in the workmen's hands; and these master-pieces hesuccessively fitted upon four lay figures, which, imported into Francein the time of Concini, had been given to Percerin II., by Marshald'Onore, after the discomfiture of the Italian tailors, ruined in theircompetition. The painter set to work to draw and then to paint thedresses. But Aramis, who was closely watching all the phases of histoil, suddenly stopped him.
"I think you have not quite got it, my dear Lebrun," he said; "yourcolors will deceive you, and on canvas we shall lack that exactresemblance which is absolutely requisite. Time is necessary f
orattentively observing the finer shades."
"Quite true," said Percerin, "but time is wanting, and on that head, youwill agree with me, monseigneur, I can do nothing."
"Then the affair will fail," said Aramis, quietly, "and that because ofa want of precision in the colors."
Nevertheless, Lebrun went on copying the materials and ornaments withthe closest fidelity--a process which Aramis watched with ill-concealedimpatience.
"What in the world, now, is the meaning of this imbroglio?" themusketeer kept saying to himself.
"That will certainly never do," said Aramis; "M. Lebrun, close yourbox, and roll up your canvas."
"But, monsieur," cried the vexed painter, "the light is abominablehere."
"An idea, M. Lebrun, an idea! If we had a pattern of the materials, forexample, and with time, and a better light--"
"Oh, then," cried Lebrun, "I would answer for the effect."
"Good!" said D'Artagnan, "this ought to be the knotty point of the wholething; they want a pattern of each of the materials. Mordioux! will thisPercerin give it now?"
Percerin, beaten in his last retreat, and duped, moreover, by thefeigned good-nature of Aramis, cut out five patterns and handed them tothe bishop of Vannes.
"I like this better. That is your opinion, is it not?" said Aramis toD'Artagnan.
"My dear Aramis," said D'Artagnan, "my opinion is that you are alwaysthe same."
"And, consequently, always your friend," said the bishop, in a charmingtone.
"Yes, yes," said D'Artagnan aloud; then, in a low voice, "If I am yourdupe, double Jesuit that you are, I will not be your accomplice; and toprevent it, 'tis time I left this place. Adieu, Aramis," he added aloud,"adieu; I am going to rejoin Porthos."
"Then wait for me," said Aramis, pocketing the patterns, "for I havedone, and shall not be sorry to say a parting word to our friend."
Lebrun packed up, Percerin put back the dresses into the closet, Aramisput his hand on his pocket to assure himself the patterns weresecure--and they all left the study.
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