The cart was returning empty to Paris, and the two lackeys had agreed, for their transport, to slake the wagoner's thirst along the route.
"What is this ?" said Aramis, on seeing them arrive.

"Nothing but saddles ?" "Now do you understand ?" said Athos.
"My friends, that's exactly like me! I retained my harness by instinct.
HOLA, Bazin! Bring my new saddle and carry it along with those of these gentlemen." "And what have you done with your ecclesiastics ?" asked d'Artagnan.
"My dear fellow, I invited them to a dinner the next day," replied Aramis.

"They have some capital wine here--please to observe that in passing.

I did my best to make them drunk.

Then the curate forbade me to quit my uniform, and the Jesuit entreated me to get him made a Musketeer." "Without a thesis ?" cried d'Artagnan, "without a thesis?
I demand the suppression of the thesis." "Since then," continued Aramis, "I have lived very agreeably.