“Pardieu!” cried D’Artagnan, “you could not have arrived in better time; the dinner cannot have had time to get cold! Can it, gentlemen?” added the young man, turning to the two Guards, whom he introduced to his friends.
“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 sent me.”
“We sent you wine?”
“You know very well—the wine from the hills of Anjou.”
“Yes, I know what brand you are talking about.”