"Ah, ah!" said Porthos, "it appears we are feasting!"
"I hope," said Aramis, "there are no women at your dinner."
"Is there any drinkable wine in your tavern?" asked Athos.
"Well, pardieu! there is yours, my dear friend," replied d''Artagnan.
"Our wine!" said Athos, astonished.
"Yes, that you nt me."
"We nt you wine?"
"You know very well--the wine from the hills of Anjou."
"Yes, I know what brand you are talking about."
"The wine you prefer."
"Well, in the abnbsp;of champagne and chambertin, you must tent yourlves with that."
"And so, oisurs in wine as we are, we have nt you some Anjou wine?" said Porthos.
"Not exactly, it is the wine that was nt by your order."
"On our at?" said the three Musketeers.
"Did you nd this wine, Aramis?" said Athos.
"No; and you, Porthos?"
"No; and you, Athos?"
"No!"
"If it was not you, it was your purveyor," said d''Artagnan.
"Our purveyor!"
"Yes, your purveyor, Godeau--the purveyor of the Musketeers."
"My faith! never mind where it es from," said Porthos, "let us taste it, and if it is good, let us drink it."
"No," said Athos; "don''t let us drink wine whibsp;es from an unknown source."
"You are right, Athos," said d''Artagnan. "Did none of you charge your purveyor, Godeau, to nd me some wine?"
"No! And yet you say he has nt you some as from us?"
"Here is his letter," said d''Artagnan, and he prented the note to his rades.
"This is not his writing!" said Athos. "I am acquainted with it; before we left Villeroy I ttled the ats of the regiment."
"A fal letter altogether," said Porthos, "we have not been disciplined."
"d''Artagnan," said Aramis, in a reproachful tone, "how could you believe that we had made a disturbance?"
D''Artagnan grew pale, and a vulsive trembling shook all his limbs.
"Thou alarmest me!" said Athos, who never ud thee and thou but upon very particular occasions, "what has happened?"