CHAPTER XXVII.

THE FOUR OLD FRIENDS PREPARE TO MEET. "Well," said Porthos, seated in the courtyard of the Hôtel de la Chevrette, to d'Artagnan, who with a long and melancholy face had returned from the Palais Royal, "did he receive you ungraciously, my dear friend?" "'Ifaith, yes! a hideous brute that Cardinal--what are you eating there, Porthos?" "I am dipping a biscuit into a glass of Spanish wine. Do the same." "You are right. Gimblon, a glass of wine!" "Well! how has all gone off?" "Zounds! you know there's only one way of sa…