d'Artagnan came to his relief with his whip in his hand.
The host drew back and burst into tears.
"This will teach you," said d'Artagnan, "to treat the guests God sends you in a more courteous fashion." "God?
Say the devil!" "My dear friend," said d'Artagnan, "if you annoy us in this manner we will all four go and shut ourselves up in your cellar, and we will see if the mischief is as great as you say." "Oh, gentlemen," said the host, "I have been wrong.

I confess it, but pardon to every sin! You are gentlemen, and I am a poor innkeeper.

You will have pity on me." "Ah, if you speak in that way," said Athos, "you will break my heart, and the tears will flow from my eyes as the wine flowed from the cask.
We are not such devils as we appear to be.

Come hither, and let us talk." The host approached with hesitation.
"Come hither, I say, and don't be afraid," continued Athos.

"At the very moment when I was about to pay you, I had placed my purse on the table." "Yes, monsieur." "That purse contained sixty pistoles; where is it ?" "Deposited with the justice; they said it was bad money." "Very well; get me my purse back and keep the sixty pistoles." "But Monseigneur knows very well that justice never lets go that which it once lays hold of.