CHAPTER LXXXIV.

CAGED. Let us now pass from the orangery to the hunting-pavilion. At the end of the courtyard, where, close to a portico formed of Tuscan columns, there were dog-kennels, rose an oblong building, the pavilion of the orangery, a half-circle, enclosing the court of honours. It was in this pavilion, on the ground floor, that d'Artagnan and Porthos were placed, suffering the hours of a long imprisonment in a manner suitable to each different temperament. D'Artagnan was walking about like a tiger, his eye fixed, growlin…