The ten full bottles were ten empty ones by the time Truechen returned with the cheese.

D'Artagnan still preserved his dignity and self-possession, but Porthos had lost a portion of his; the mirth soon began to be somewhat uproarious.
D'Artagnan recommended a new descent into the cellar, and, as Planchet did not walk with the steadiness of a well-trained foot-soldier, the captain of the musketeers proposed to accompany him.

They set off, humming song's wild enough to frighten anybody who might be listening.
Truechen remained behind at table with Porthos.

While the two wine bibbers were looking behind the firewood for what they wanted, a sharp, sonorous sound was heard like the impression of a pair of lips on a cheek.
"Porthos fancies himself at La Rochelle," thought D'Artagnan, as they returned freighted with bottles.

Planchet was singing so loudly that he was incapable of noticing anything.