I once endeavored to go down with two of my servants; but he flew into terrible rage.

I heard the noise he made in loading his pistols, and his servant in loading his musketoon.

Then, when we asked them what were their intentions, the master replied that he had forty charges to fire, and that he and his lackey would fire to the last one before he would allow a single soul of us to set foot in the cellar.

Upon this I went and complained to the governor, who replied that I only had what I deserved, and that it would teach me to insult honorable gentlemen who took up their abode in my house." "So that since that time--" replied d'Artagnan, totally unable to refrain from laughing at the pitiable face of the host.
"So from that time, monsieur," continued the latter, "we have led the most miserable life imaginable; for you must know, monsieur, that all our provisions are in the cellar.

There is our wine in bottles, and our wine in casks; the beer, the oil, and the spices, the bacon, and sausages.