The peasant, recognizing Planchet, called him "the master" to the grocer's great satisfaction.

"Stable the horses well, old fellow, and you shall have something good for yourself," said Planchet.
"Yes, yes; fine animals they are, too," said the peasant.

"Oh! they shall have as much as they like." "Gently, gently, my man," said D'Artagnan.

"We are getting on a little too fast.

A few oats, and a good bed--nothing more." "Some bran and water for my horse," said Porthos, "for it is very warm, I think." "Don't be afraid, gentlemen," replied Planchet; "Daddy Celestin is an old gendarme, who fought at Ivry.