“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.”
“The wine you prefer.”
“Well, in the absence of champagne and chambertin, you must content yourselves with that.”
“And so, connoisseurs in wine as we are, we have sent you some Anjou wine?” said Porthos.
“Not exactly, it is the wine that was sent by your order.”
“On our account?” said the three musketeers.
“Did you send this wine, Aramis?” said Athos.
“No; and you, Porthos?”
“No; and you, Athos?”
“No!”
“If it was not you, it was your purveyor,” said d’Artagnan.
“Our purveyor!”
“Yes, your purveyor, Godeau—the purveyor of the Musketeers.”