It had not been used.

Bonacieux had not been abed.

He had only been back an hour or two; he had accompanied his wife to the place of her confinement, or else at least to the first relay.
"Thanks, Monsieur Bonacieux," said d'Artagnan, emptying his glass, "that is all I wanted of you.

I will now go up into my apartment.

I will make Planchet brush my boots; and when he has done, I will, if you like, send him to you to brush your shoes." He left the mercer quite astonished at his singular farewell, and asking himself if he had not been a little inconsiderate.
At the top of the stairs he found Planchet in a great fright.
"Ah, monsieur!" cried Planchet, as soon as he perceived his master, "here is more trouble.