"Or, rather, so involuntary."
"My lord, it is not involuntarily that such a resemblance is detected."
"Well, the fact is, I had forgotten it. But, my dear host," said Aramis, closing the register, "if I am not mistaken, we are summoned."
Baisemeaux took the register, hastily restored it to its place in the closet, which he closed, and put the key in his pocket. "Will it be agreeable to your lordship to breakfast now?" said he; "for you are right in supposing that breakfast was announced."
"Assuredly, my dear governor;" and they passed into the dining-room.
CHAPTER XXIV.
THE BREAKFAST OF MONSIEUR DE BAISEMEAUX.
Aramis was generally temperate; but on this occasion, while taking every care with regard to himself, he did ample justice to Baisemeaux's breakfast, which, in every respect, was most excellent. The latter, on his side, was animated with the wildest gayety; the sight of the five thousand pistoles, which he glanced at from time to time, seemed to open his heart. Every now and then he looked at Aramis with an expression of the deepest gratitude; while the latter, leaning back in his chair, sipped a few drops of wine from his glass, with the air of a connoisseur. "Let me never hear an ill word against the fare of the Bastile," said he, half-closing his eyes; "happy are the prisoners who can get only half a bottle of this Burgundy every day."
"All those at fifteen francs drink it," said Baisemeaux. "It is very old Volnay."
"Does that poor student, Seldon, drink such good wine?"
"Oh, no!"
"I thought I heard you say he was boarded at fifteen francs."
"He! no, indeed; a man who makes districts — distichs, I mean — at fifteen francs! No, no! it is his neighbor who is at fifteen francs."
"Which neighbor?"
"The other, the second Bertaudière."
