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A Procurator’s Dinner

           Thissuccor,whichcametoPorthosatthemomentinwhichhewasattackedinhisgastronomichopes,inspiredmuchgratitudeintheMusketeertowardtheprocurator’swife.

           Thehourofdinnersoonarrived.Theypassedintotheeatingroomalargedarkroomsituatedoppositethekitchen.

           Theclerks,who,asitappeared,hadsmelledunusualperfumesinthehouse,wereofmilitarypunctuality,andheldtheirstoolsinhandquitereadytositdown.Theirjawsmovedpreliminarilywithfearfulthreatenings.

           "Indeed!"thoughtPorthos,castingaglanceatthethreehungryclerksfortheerrandboy,asmightbeexpected,wasnotadmittedtothehonorsofthemagisterialtable,"inmycousin’splace,Iwouldnotkeepsuchgourmands!Theylooklikeshipwreckedsailorswhohavenoteatenforsixweeks."

           M.Coquenardentered,pushedalonguponhisarmchairwithcastersbyMme.Coquenard,whomPorthosassistedinrollingherhusbanduptothetable.Hehadscarcelyenteredwhenhebegantoagitatehisnoseandhisjawsaftertheexampleofhisclerks.

           "Oh,oh!"saidhe;"hereisasoupwhichisratherinviting."

           "Whatthedevilcantheysmellsoextraordinaryinthissoup?"saidPorthos,atthesightofapaleliquid,abundantbutentirelyfreefrommeat,onthesurfaceofwhichafewcrustsswamaboutasrareastheislandsofanarchipelago.

           Mme.Coquenardsmiled,anduponasignfromhereveryoneeagerlytookhisseat.

           M.Coquenardwasservedfirst,thenPorthos.AfterwardMme.

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