nnkeeper of Provins stood looking

a traveler. Travelers had been rare that se

Turning to Dame Perigord, his wife,

bottle of Charlevoix to the table. This traveler, w

lry, did not seem to have spared his horse. Throwing his reins to the landlord, he leaped ligh

morbleu! I w

d with tempting viands. The musketeer at once set to work. Fowls, fish, and pates disappeare

ank a dozen bottles. Finally he rose to depart

rge

ighness?" said P

s Emin

jaculated th

and the musketeer, remounting

hed the courtyard before the clatter of hoofs again called him to t

rd, I am famishing. What

, your excellency," replied the obse

nn. Seating himself at the table replenished by the careful

id the graceful young musketeer, a

f Charlevoix. The young man em

aving his hand, as, preceding the ast

-the bill," said the

bill. C

wh

Que

, Mad

l of quiet succeeded, in which the innkeeper gazed woefully at his wife. Suddenly he

s deceive me? No, it is the festive and luxurious Perigo

in it was swept clean as the fields of Egypt before th

other fowl,

cellency; the larder

litch of b

ur highness; th

then,

dred and forty-four bottles.

t eat," said the aristocrat

eeper sh

ward with his bill, to which he had covertly added the

bill. C

it! to

ng," said

his M

. Farewell

went out and took down his si

at the country is in a troubled state. Between his Eminence the Cardina

me Perigord, "I

tha

urself a m