But noticing the giant's gentleness of manner, he ventured again, and said: "Ah, monsieur! pray be careful." "What about ?" inquired Porthos.
"You are positively putting fire into your body." "How is that, my good fellow ?" said Porthos.
"All those things are very heating to the system." "Which ?" "Raisins, nuts and almonds." "Yes; but if raisins, nuts and almonds are heating--" "There is no doubt at all of it, monsieur." "Honey is very cooling," said Porthos, stretching out his hand toward a small barrel of honey which was opened, and he plunged the scoop with which the wants of the customers were supplied into it, and swallowed a good half-pound at one gulp.
"I must trouble you for some water now, my man," said Porthos.
"In a pail, monsieur ?" asked the lad, simply.
"No, in a water-bottle; that will be quite enough;" and raising the bottle to his mouth, as a trumpeter does his trumpet, he emptied the bottle at a single draught.
Planchet was moved in all the sentiments which correspond to the fibers of propriety and self-love.

However, a worthy representative of the hospitality which prevailed in early days, he feigned to be talking very earnestly with D'Artagnan, and incessantly repeated:--"Ah! monsieur, what a happiness! what an honor!" "What time shall we have supper, Planchet ?" inquired Porthos; "I feel hungry." The foreman clasped his hands together.

The two others got under the counters, fearing that Porthos might have a taste for human flesh.
"We shall only take a sort of snack here," said D'Artagnan; "and when we get to Planchet's country-seat, we shall have supper." "Ah! ah! so we are going to your country-house, Planchet," said Porthos; "so much the better." "You overwhelm me, Monsieur le Baron." The "Monsieur le Baron" had a great effect upon the men, who detected a personage of the highest quality in an appetite of that kind.

This title, too, reassured them.

They had never heard that an ogre was ever called "Monsieur le Baron." "I will take a few biscuits to eat on the road," said Porthos, carelessly; and he emptied a whole jar of aniseed biscuits into the huge pocket of his doublet.
"My shop is saved!" exclaimed Planchet.
"Yes, as the cheese was," said the foreman.
"What cheese ?" "That Dutch cheese, inside which a rat had made his way, and we only found the rind left." Planchet looked all round his shop, and observing the different articles which had escaped Porthos' teeth, he found the comparison somewhat exaggerated.