' We will join you with pleasure,' said Athos ;
' but for the other ladies—that will keep for some
other time. We would be too many. We are now
six—quite enough for a room at the Trois Soeurs.
Those rooms on the second story are not large. Do
you yet know your Paris ? If not, I may mention
that the Trois Sceurs lies close by, and is a house in
which one may trust. Also, monsieur, you and
Estelle, and our good friend Hail Columbia, will
dine with the three mousquetaires on Tuesday at
A very little time saw the party seated at table in
a small but comfortable room at the Trois Soeurs.
Estelle was in a state of ecstasy. She was a
sparkling, handsome girl, one of those beautiful
Southerners whom destiny so often leads to Paris.
Her profile was perfect. Masses of the darkest silky
wavy hair, eyebrows and eyelashes almost black, a
perfect complexion, and eyes which sparkled or
softened, but were always beautiful, entranced the
beholder. Her figure was sumptuous, and with that
artistic genius which every Frenchwoman possesses,
directly she obtained money she had learned how
to dress to perfection. She had been successful, and
of late she had lived more by rule; but she was
dehghted at her return to the Boulevard St. Michel.
'Oh, your philosophers!' said she; 'they are
fools; they know dry old books, but they do not
know what one feels—what one believes. There is
Aramis, says there is no future—no heaven—and