"Quick, somebody," cried Planchet, "to look after Monsieur
d'Artagnan's horse, -- somebody to get ready his room, --
somebody to prepare his supper."

"Thanks, Planchet. Good-day, my children!" said D'Artagnan
to the eager boys.

"Allow me to send off this coffee, this treacle, and these
raisins," said Planchet; "they are for the store-room of
monsieur le surintendant."

"Send them off, send them off!"

"That is only the affair of a moment, then we shall sup."

"Arrange it that we may sup alone; I want to speak to you."

Planchet looked at his old master in a significant manner.

"Oh, don't be uneasy, it is nothing unpleasant," said
D'Artagnan .

"So much the better -- so much the better!" And Planchet
breathed freely again, whilst D'Artagnan seated himself
quietly down in the shop, upon a bale of corks, and made a
survey of the premises. The shop was well stocked; there was
a mingled perfume of ginger, cinnamon, and ground pepper,
which made D'Artagnan sneeze. The shop-boy, proud of being
in company with so renowned a warrior, of a lieutenant of