Nor indeed did Truechen move either, which rather put Planchet out; but he, too, had been so accustomed to see fashionable people in his shop, that he found no difficulty in putting a good countenance on what was disagreeable to him.

Planchet seized Porthos by the arm, and proposed to go and look at the horses, but Porthos pretended he was tired.

Planchet then suggested that the Baron de Valon should taste some noveau of his own manufacture, which was not to be equaled anywhere; an offer which the baron immediately accepted; and, in this way, Planchet managed to engage his enemy's attention during the whole of the day, by dint of sacrificing his cellar, in preference to his _amour propre_.

Two hours afterward D'Artagnan returned.
"Everything is arranged," he said: "I saw his majesty at the very moment he was setting off for the chase: the king expects us this evening." "The king expects me!" cried Porthos, drawing himself up.

It is a sad thing to have to confess, but a man's heart is like a restless billow; for, from that very moment, Porthos ceased to look at Madame Truechen in that touching manner which had so softened her heart.