Penny Dreadfuls, 1901 · page 48 of 324
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The Atlas. 39 “Rest to you is not reclining on a couch—it is a change of exercise. You will take a jaunt. The route is of your own selection.” “I would rather leave it to your Eminence, as I do not have a world-wide correspondence i “Well, as I advise perfect tranquility a “The dream in the guardroom, between watches, has been perfect tranquility,’ observed that plastic D’Artagnan. Richelieu turnd his stiff neck slowly and directed his gaze on a well-viewed map, almost covering one side of the study, with a humorous expression as if, on second thoughts, it were not so easy to indicate a spot, even one, not perturbed by his protracted efforts to raise his country into the first power. “But where, your highness, to find perfect tranquility ?” “Ah, that is like answering him who wanted to know— nearly seventeen hundred years agone, what is Truth!” Rolling his padded easy-chair on its castors to the wall, he laid the feather-end of his pen on a spot. Unlike the other portions of the chart, it did not bear many or any dent of tthe thumb nail, or dots of ink, or pricks of pins. “The Peninsula,” said the musketeer, ina surprise. “A Frenchman go into Spain for ‘tranquility? Oh, your Eminence!” “Farther——” “And fare worse “No, I point to Portugal.” : D’Artagnan shook his head as to one who advised a voyage to the capital of Prester John. The fact is, at that time, Portugal was terra incognita to the rest of Europe. “Ah, I see that the wranglers in the Sorbonne were wrong in not pronouncing Portugal the site for the millenium !” “Not exactly as Parias preached it,” returned Richelieu, smiling like one who relished wit, especially in an unex- pected quarter; “but by comparison with the rest of Eu- rope, it will pass, my chevalier.” “After all, it is indifferent to me.” “Portugal,” said Richelieu, wheeling his chair back to its place before the table, leaning backainto the sumptuous >? GOmicdookssco im