The history of Athos's imprisonment was then related to them; and as they were really gentlemen, they pronounced the host in the wrong.
"Now, gentlemen," said d'Artagnan, "go up to your room again; and in ten minutes, I will answer for it, you shall have all you desire." The Englishmen bowed and went upstairs.
"Now I am alone, my dear Athos," said d'Artagnan; "open the door, I beg of you." "Instantly," said Athos.
Then was heard a great noise of fagots being removed and of the groaning of posts; these were the counterscarps and bastions of Athos, which the besieged himself demolished.
An instant after, the broken door was removed, and the pale face of Athos appeared, who with a rapid glance took a survey of the surroundings.
D'Artagnan threw himself on his neck and embraced him tenderly.

He then tried to draw him from his moist abode, but to his surprise he perceived that Athos staggered.
"You are wounded," said he.
"I! Not at all.

I am dead drunk, that's all, and never did a man more strongly set about getting so.

By the Lord, my good host! I must at least have drunk for my part a hundred and fifty bottles." "Mercy!" cried the host, "if the lackey has drunk only half as much as the master, I am a ruined man." "Grimaud is a well-bred lackey.

He would never think of faring in the same manner as his master; he only drank from the cask.