“The fisherman who brought me hither will assist you in transporting them on board. Depart, if possible, within an hour.”
“Yes, general,” said Athos.
“Monsieur d’Artagnan!” cried Monk, from the window. D’Artagnan ran up precipitately.
“Embrace your friend and bid him adieu, sir; he is returning to Holland.”
“To Holland!” cried D’Artagnan; “and I?”
“You are at liberty to follow him, monsieur, but I request you to remain,” said Monk. “Will you refuse me?”
“Oh, no, general; I am at your orders.”
D’Artagnan embraced Athos, and only had time to bid him adieu. Monk watched them both. Then he took upon himself the preparations for the departure, the transportation of the casks on board, and the embarking of Athos; then, taking D’Artagnan by the arm, who was quite amazed and agitated, he led him towards Newcastle. Whilst going along, the general leaning on his arm, D’Artagnan could not help murmuring to himself,—“Come, come, it seems to me that the shares of the firm of Planchet and Company are rising.”
CHAPTER 31.
Monk reveals himself
D’Artagnan, although he flattered himself with better success, had, nevertheless, not too well comprehended his situation. It was a strange and grave subject for him to reflect upon—this voyage of Athos into England; this league of the king with Athos, and that extraordinary combination of his design with that of the Comte de la Fere. The best way was to let things follow their own train. An imprudence had been committed, and, whilst having succeeded, as he had promised, D’Artagnan found that he had gained no advantage by his success. Since everything was lost, he could risk no more.