“My faith! never mind where it comes from,” said Porthos, “let us taste it, and if it is good, let us drink it.”
“No,” said Athos; “don’t let us drink wine which comes from an unknown source.”
“You are right, Athos,” said d’Artagnan. “Did none of you charge your purveyor, Godeau, to send me some wine?”
“No! And yet you say he has sent you some as from us?”
“Here is his letter,” said d’Artagnan, and he presented the note to his comrades.
“This is not his writing!” said Athos. “I am acquainted with it; before we left Villeroy I settled the accounts of the regiment.”
“A false letter altogether,” said Porthos, “we have not been disciplined.”
“D’Artagnan,” said Aramis, in a reproachful tone, “how could you believe that we had made a disturbance?”
D’Artagnan grew pale, and a convulsive trembling shook all his limbs.
“Thou alarmest me!” said Athos, who never used thee and thou but upon very particular occasions, “what has happened?”
“Look you, my friends!” cried d’Artagnan, “a horrible suspicion crosses my mind! Can this be another vengeance of that woman?”
It was now Athos who turned pale.
D’Artagnan rushed toward the refreshment room, the three musketeers and the two guards following him.