Fresh butter, salt beef, anchovies, tunny, a shopful of Planchet's commodities, fowls, vegetables, salad, fish from the pond and the river, game from the forest--all the produce, in fact, of the province.

Moreover, Planchet returned from the cellar, laden with ten bottles of wine, the glass of which could hardly be seen for the thick coating of dust which covered them.

Porthos' heart seemed to expand as he said, "I am hungry;" and he sat himself beside Madame Truechen, whom he looked at in the most killing manner.

D'Artagnan seated himself on the other side of her, while Planchet, discreetly and full of delight, took his seat opposite.
"Do not trouble yourselves," he said, "if Truechen should leave the table now and then during supper; for she will have to look after your bedrooms." In fact, the housekeeper made her escape very frequently, and they could hear, on the first floor above them, the creaking of the wooden bedsteads and the rolling of the castors on the floor.

While this was going on, the three men, Porthos especially, ate and drank gloriously--it was wonderful to see them.