If it were bad money, there might be some hopes; but unfortunately, those were all good pieces." "Manage the matter as well as you can, my good man; it does not concern me, the more so as I have not a livre left." "Come," said d'Artagnan, "let us inquire further.

Athos's horse, where is that ?" "In the stable." "How much is it worth ?" "Fifty pistoles at most." "It's worth eighty.

Take it, and there ends the matter." "What," cried Athos, "are you selling my horse--my Bajazet?
And pray upon what shall I make my campaign; upon Grimaud ?" "I have brought you another," said d'Artagnan.
"Another ?" "And a magnificent one!" cried the host.
"Well, since there is another finer and younger, why, you may take the old one; and let us drink." "What ?" asked the host, quite cheerful again.
"Some of that at the bottom, near the laths.

There are twenty-five bottles of it left; all the rest were broken by my fall.

Bring six of them." "Why, this man is a cask!" said the host, aside.