My lackey and I will have three shots at you, and you will get as many from the cellar.

You will then have our swords, with which, I can assure you, my friend and I can play tolerably well.

Let me conduct your business and my own.

You shall soon have something to drink; I give you my word." "If there is any left," grumbled the jeering voice of Athos.
The host felt a cold sweat creep down his back.
"How! 'If there is any left!'" murmured he.
"What the devil! There must be plenty left," replied d'Artagnan.
"Be satisfied of that; these two cannot have drunk all the cellar.
Gentlemen, return your swords to their scabbards." "Well, provided you replace your pistols in your belt." "Willingly." And d'Artagnan set the example.

Then, turning toward Planchet, he made him a sign to uncock his musketoon.
The Englishmen, convinced of these peaceful proceedings, sheathed their swords grumblingly.