George Frederick Watts paintings

George Frederick Watts paintings
Guercino paintings
D’Artagnan traversed the six or eight leagues between Chantilly and Crèvecœur.
This time not a host but a hostess received him. D’Artagnan was a physiognomist. His eye took in at a glance the plump, cheerful countenance of the mistress of the place, and he at once perceived there was no occasion for dissembling with her, or of fearing anything from such a jolly woman.
“My good dame,” asked D’Artagnan, “could you tell me what has become of a friend of mine whom we were obliged to leave here about ten days ago?”
“A handsome young man, of twenty-three or twenty-four, mild, amiable, and well made?”
“That’s it.”
“Wounded, moreover, in the shoulder?”
“Just so.”
“Well, sir, he is still here.”
“Ah, zounds! my dear dame,” said D’Artagnan, springing from his horse and throwing the bridle to Planchet, “you restore me to life. Where is my dear Aramis? Let me embrace him! for, I confess it, I am quite anxious to see him again.”