D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 268: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Exchange. 251 ~My dear comrade, there is magic! enchant 4 “Enchanted fiddlesticks!’ “It is magic! Lisbon is haunted! If, when Rome was in a pinch, ghosts caracoled up and down before her temples, why should not Lisbon have its spectre or two? Besides, you yourself have said it—the ghostly Don Sebastian appears on the wall walks! and in my dream—now it comes to me—I saw phantoms glide about this room!” “Phantoms caused by your puffing at that nargilye which you do not understand!” “I had it on my tongue-tip, though! I did see some- thing!” ‘Porthos, you have no originality! You saw some- thing white in a sheet?” “Not a bit! It was black, and in gay colors!” ‘Don Sebastian burnt to a crisp by the African sun! ha, ha! Did this black ghost take any money out of your pockets?” ‘No; I have my purse here, under my hand.” D’Artagnan kicked the fallen clothes together. “There is something shining on the heap on the chair,” continued the musketeer, taking up the hand reflector. ‘‘Curled darling that you are, do you carry a mirror to inspect your toilet before you go out on parade?” “A mirror!” said the other, certainly little like a Nar- cissus. “I never carried a mirror! unkind D’Artag- nan!” “It is not merely a mirror, but a book!” “A book?” “At least, it is a leaf with writing He was not much astonished at this vehicle of com- munication. Ever since the invention of glass windows, say a hundred years before, crystallography—writing on glass, not writing about crystals—had been popular with those who wished to show not only their callig- raphy, but their possession of a diamond. As _ pro- ficients in the art, Queen Elizabeth of England and King Francis I. of France may be cited. . “What are you reading that causes a red face?’ queried the stout cavalier. b GOMIGDOOKS (C() im