Three lads could not supply the drinkers.

They filled the shop, the chambers, and the court, even.
D'Artagnan called Raoul's attention to this concourse, adding: "The fellow will have no excuse for not paying his rent.

Look at those drinkers, Raoul, one would say they were jolly companions.

_Mordioux!_ why, there is no room anywhere!" D'Artagnan, however, contrived to catch hold of the master by the corner of his apron, and to make himself known to him.
"Ah, monsieur le chevalier," said the _cabaretier_, half distracted, "one minute if you please.

I have here a hundred mad devils turning my cellar upside down." "The cellar, if you like, but not the money-box." "Oh, monsieur, your thirty-seven and a half pistoles are all counted out ready for you, upstairs in my chamber; but there are in that chamber thirty customers, who are sucking the staves of a little barrel of Oporto which I tapped for them this very morning.