"Howisthat?" criedPorthosandAramisinabreath.
AstoAthos, faithfultohissystemofreticence, hecontentedhimselfwithinterrogatingd'Artagnanbyalook.
"Planchet," saidd'Artagnantohisdomestic, whojusttheninsinuatedhisheadthroughthehalf-opendoorinordertocatchsomefragmentsoftheconversation, "godowntomylandlord, MonsieurBonacieux, andaskhimtosendmehalfadozenbottlesofBeaugencywine; Ipreferthat."
"Ah, ah! Youhavecreditwithyourlandlord, then?" askedPorthos.
"Yes," repliedd'Artagnan, "fromthisveryday; andmind, ifthewineisbad, wewillsendhimtofindbetter."
"Wemustuse, andnotabuse," saidAramis, sententiously.
"Ialwayssaidthatd'Artagnanhadthelongestheadofthefour," saidAthos, who, havingutteredhisopinion, towhichd'Artagnanrepliedwithabow, immediatelyresumedhisaccustomedsilence.
"Butcome, whatisthisabout?" askedPorthos.
"Yes," saidAramis, "impartittous, mydearfriend, unlessthehonorofanyladybehazardedbythisconfidence; inthatcaseyouwoulddobettertokeepittoyourself."
"Besatisfied," repliedd'Artagnan; "thehonorofnoonewillhavecausetocomplainofwhatIhavetotell."
Hethenrelatedtohisfriends, wordforword, allthathadpassedbetweenhimandhishost, andhowthemanwhohadabductedthewifeofhisworthylandlordwasthesamewithwhomhehadhadthedifferenceatthehostelryoftheJollyMiller.
"Youraffairisnotbad," saidAthos, afterhavingtastedlikeaconnoisseurandindicatedbyanodofhisheadthathethoughtthewinegood; "."
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