Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
Julien Dupre paintings
Well, you have only to take the right-hand staircase in the yard, and knock at No. 5 on the second floor.”
D’Artagnan hastened in the direction pointed out, and turned the handle of the door No. 5.
The door opened, and D’Artagnan went into the chamber.
“Good-afternoon to you, dear D’Artagnan,” said Aramis. “Believe me, I am very glad to see you.”
“So am I delighted to see you,” said D’Artagnan, and he added a reference to Aramis’s wound.
“My wound, my dear D’Artagnan, has been a warning to me from Heaven.”
“Your wound? Bah! it is nearly healed, and I am sure it is not that which at the present moment gives you the most pain.”
“What wound?” asked Aramis, colouring.
“You have one in your heart, Aramis, deeper and more painful—a wound made by a woman.”
The eye of Aramis kindled in spite of himself.
“Ah,” said he, dissembling his emotion under a feigned carelessness, “do not talk of such things. What! I think of such things? I have love-pangs? Vanitas vanitatum! According to your idea, then, my brain is turned! And for whom? For some grisette, some chamber-maid, whom I have courted in some garrison! Fie!”