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s head was not steady enough for business after such an occurrence。
On the next day Mathieu Mole； the chief president； whose courage at this crisis； says the Cardinal de Retz； was equal to that of the Duc de Beaufort and the Prince de Conde in other words； of the two men who were considered the bravest in France had been attacked in his turn。 The people threatened to hold him responsible for the evils that hung over them。 But the chief president had replied with his habitual coolness； without betraying either disturbance or surprise； that should the agitators refuse obedience to the king's wishes he would have gallows erected in the public squares and proceed at once to hang the most active among them。 To which the others had responded that they would be glad to see the gallows erected； they would serve for the hanging of those detestable judges who purchased favor at court at the price of the people's misery。
Nor was this all。 On the eleventh the queen in going to mass at Notre Dame； as she always did on Saturdays； was followed by more than two hundred women demanding justice。 These poor creatures had no bad intentions。 They wished only to be allowed to fall on their knees before their sovereign； and that they might move her to passion； but they were prevented by the royal guard and the queen proceeded on her way； haughtily disdainful of their entreaties。
At length parliament was convoked； the authority of the king was to be maintained。
One day it was the morning of the day my story begins the king； Louis XIV。； then ten years of age； went in state； under pretext of returning thanks for his recovery from the small…pox； to Notre Dame。 He took the opportunity of calling out his guard； the Swiss troops and the musketeers； and he had planted them round the Palais Royal； on the quays； and on the Pont Neuf。 After mass the young monarch drove to the Parliament House； where； upon the throne； he hastily confirmed not only such edicts as he had already passed； but issued new ones； each one； according to Cardinal de Retz； more ruinous than the others a proceeding which drew forth a strong remonstrance from the chief president； Mole whilst President Blancmesnil and Councillor Broussel raised their voices in indignation against fresh taxes。
The king returned amidst the silence of a vast multitude to the Palais Royal。 All minds were uneasy； most were foreboding； many of the people used threatening language。
At first； indeed； they were doubtful whether the king's visit to the parliament had been in order to lighten or increase their burdens； but scarcely was it known that the taxes were to be still further increased； when cries of 〃Down with Mazarin！〃 〃Long live Broussel！〃 〃Long live Blancmesnil！〃 resounded through the city。 For the people had learned that Broussel and Blancmesnil had made speeches in their behalf； and； although the eloquence of these deputies had been without avail； it had none the less won for them the people's good…will。 All attempts to disperse the groups collected in the streets； or silence their exclamations； were in vain。 Orders had just been given to the royal guards and the Swiss guards； not only to stand firm； but to send out patrols to the streets of Saint Denis and Saint Martin； where the people thronged and where they were the most vociferous； when the mayor of Paris was announced at the Palais Royal。
He was shown in directly； he came to say that if these offensive precautions were not discontinued； in two hours Paris would be under arms。
Deliberations were being held when a lieutenant in the guards； named minges； made his appearance； with his clothes all torn； his face streaming with blood。 The queen on seeing him uttered a cry of surprise and asked him what was going on。
As the mayor had foreseen； the sight of the guards had exasperated the mob。 The tocsin was sounded。 minges had arrested one of the ringleaders and had ordered him to be hanged near the cross of Du Trahoir； but in attempting to execute this mand the soldiery were attacked in the market…place with stones and halberds； the delinquent had escaped to the Rue des Lombards and rushed into a house。 They broke open the doors and searched the dwelling； but in vain。 minges； wounded by a stone which had struck him on the forehead； had left a picket in the street and returned to the Palais Royal； followed by a menacing crowd； to tell his story。
This account confirmed that of the mayor。 The authorities were not in a condition to cope with serious revolt。 Mazarin endeavored to circulate among the people a report that troops had only been stationed on the quays and on the Pont Neuf； on account of the ceremonial of the day； and that they would soon withdraw。 In fact； about four o'clock they were all concentrated about the Palais Royal； the courts and ground floors of which were filled with musketeers and Swiss guards； and there awaited the oute of all this disturbance。
Such was the state of affairs at the very moment we introduced our readers to the study of Cardinal Mazarin once that of Cardinal Richelieu。 We have seen in what state of mind he listened to the murmurs from below； which even reached him in his seclusion； and to the guns； the firing of which resounded through that room。 All at once he raised his head； his brow slightly contracted like that of a man who has formed a resolution； he fixed his eyes upon an enormous clock that was about to strike ten； and taking up a whistle of silver gilt that stood upon the table near him； he shrilled it twice。
A door hidden in the tapestry opened noiselessly and a man in black silently advanced and stood behind the chair on which Mazarin sat。
〃Bernouin；〃 said the cardinal； not turning round； for having whistled； he knew that it was his valet…de…chambre who was behind him； 〃what musketeers are now within the palace？〃
〃The Black Musketeers； my lord。〃
〃What pany？〃
〃Treville's pany。〃
〃Is there any officer belonging to this pany in the ante…chamber？〃
〃Lieutenant d'Artagnan。〃
〃A man on whom we can depend； I hope。〃
〃Yes； my lord。〃
〃Give me a uniform of one of these musketeers and help me to put it on。〃
The valet went out as silently as he had entered and appeared in a few minutes bringing the dress demanded。
The cardinal； in deep thought and in silence； began to take off the robes of state he had assumed in order to be present at the sitting of parliament； and to attire himself in the military coat； which he wore with a certain degree of easy grace； owing to his former campaigns in Italy。 When he was pletely dressed he said：
〃Send hither Monsieur d'Artagnan。〃
The valet went out of the room； this time by the centre door； but still as silently as before； one might have fancied him an apparition。
When he was left alone the cardinal looked at himself in the glass with a feeling of self…satisfaction。 Still young for he was scarcely forty…six years of age he possessed great elegance of form and was above the middle height； his plexion was brilliant and beautiful； his glance full of expression； his nose； though large； was well proportioned； his forehead broad and majestic； his hair； of a chestnut color； was curled slightly； his beard； which was darker than his hair； was turned carefully with a curling iron； a practice that greatly improved it。 After a short time the cardinal arranged his shoulder belt； then looked with great placency at his hands； which were most elegant and of which he took the greatest care； and throwing on one side the large kid gloves tried on at first； as belonging to the uniform； he put on others of silk only。 At this instant the door opened。
〃Monsieur d'Artagnan；〃 said the valet…de…chambre。
An officer； as he spoke； entered the apartment。 He was a man between thirty…nine and forty years of age； of medium height but a very well proportioned figure； with an intellectual and animated physiognomy； his beard black； and his hair turning gray； as often happens when people have found life either too gay or too sad； more especially when they happen to be of swart plexion。
D'Artagnan advanced a few steps into the apartment。
How perfectly he remembered his former entrance into that very room！ Seeing； however； no one there except a musketeer of his own troop； he fixed his eyes upon the supposed soldier； in whose dress； nevertheless； he recognized at the first glance the cardinal。
The lieutenant remained standing in a dignified but respectful posture； such as became a man of good birth； who had in the course of his life been frequently in the society of the highest nobles。
The cardinal looked at him with a cunning rather than serious glance； yet he examined his countenance with attention and after a momentary silence said：
〃You are Monsieur d'Artagnan？〃
〃I am that individual；〃 replied the officer。
Mazarin gazed once more at a countenance full of intelligence； the play of which had been； nevertheless； subdued by age and experience； and D'Artagnan received the penetrating glance like one who had formerly sustained many a searching look； very different； indeed； from those which were inquiringly directed on him at that instant。
〃Sir；〃 resumed the c