A shudder ran down Planchet's back.

"I should like to have something to drink," said the musketeer, raising his head piteously.
Planchet ran to the cupboard, and poured out to D'Artagnan some wine in a large glass.

D'Artagnan examined the bottle.
"What wine is that ?" asked he.
"Alas! that which you prefer, monsieur," said Planchet; "that good old Anjou wine, which was one day nearly costing us all so dear." "Ah!" replied D'Artagnan, with a melancholy smile, "Ah! my poor Planchet, ought I still to drink good wine ?" "Come! my dear master," said Planchet, making a super-human effort, whilst all his contracted muscles, his pallor and his trembling betrayed the most acute anguish.

"Come! I have been a soldier and consequently have some courage; do not make me linger, dear Monsieur d'Artagnan; our money is lost, is it not ?" Before he answered, D'Artagnan took his time, and that appeared an age to the poor grocer.

Nevertheless he did nothing but turn about on his chair.
"And if that were the case," said he, slowly, moving his head up and down, "if that were the case, what would you say, my dear friend ?" Planchet, from being pale, turned yellow.