“You know, sir, that they wished to murder that good councillor, Broussel, the father of the people?”
“Really, did they?” said D’Artagnan.
“Yes, but he has been avenged. He was carried home in the arms of the people. His house has been full ever since. He has received visits from the coadjutor, from Madame de Longueville, and the Prince de Conti; Madame de Chevreuse and Madame de Vendome have left their names at his door. And now, whenever he wishes——”
“Well, whenever he wishes?”
Planchet began to sing:
“Un vent de fronde S’est leve ce matin; Je crois qu’il gronde Contre le Mazarin. Un vent de fronde S’est leve ce matin.”
“It doesn’t surprise me,” said D’Artagnan, in a low tone to Porthos, “that Mazarin would have been much better satisfied had I crushed the life out of his councillor.”
“You understand, then, monsieur,” resumed Planchet, “that if it were for some enterprise like that undertaken against Monsieur Broussel that you should ask me to take my carbine——”
“No, don’t be alarmed; but where did you get all these details?”
“From a good source, sir; I heard it from Friquet.”