Malaga! I have no notion of M.d'Artagnan leaving my house thinner than he entered it." "How does he give me the blue devils, as you call it?
Come, explain, explain." "You have had the nightmare during the last three nights." "I ?" "Yes, you; and in your nightmare you called out, several times, 'Aramis, sly Aramis!'" "Ah! I said that, did I ?" murmured D'Artagnan, uneasily.
"Yes, those very words, upon my honor." "Well, what else?
You know the saying, Planchet, 'dreams go by contraries.'" "Not so; for, every time during the last three days, when you went out, you have not once failed to ask me, on your return, 'Have you seen M.
d'Herblay ?' or else, 'Have you received any letters for me from M.
d'Herblay ?'" "Well, it is very natural I should take an interest in my old friend," said D'Artagnan.
"Of course; but not to such an extent as to get thin from it." "Planchet, I'll get fatter: I give you my word of honor I will." "Very well, monsieur, I accept it; for I know that when you give your word of honor it is sacred." "I will not dream of Aramis any longer; and I will never ask you, again, if there are any letters from M.d'Herblay; but on condition that you explain one thing to me." "Tell me what it is, monsieur." "I am a great observer; and just now, you made use of a very singular oath, which is unusual for you." "You mean Malaga! I suppose ?" "Precisely." "It is the oath I have used ever since I have been a grocer." "Very proper, too; it is the name of a dried grape, or raisin, I believe ?" "It is my most ferocious oath: when I have once said Malaga! I am a man no longer." "Still, I never knew you use that oath before." "Very likely not, monsieur.

I had a present made me of it," said Planchet; and as he pronounced these words, he winked his eye with a cunning expression, which thoroughly awakened D'Artagnan's attention.
"Come, come, M.Planchet." "Why, I am not like you, monsieur," said Planchet.

"I don't pass my life in thinking." "You are wrong, then." "I mean, in boring myself to death.

We have but a very short time to live--why not make the best of it ?" "You are an Epicurean philosopher, I begin to think, Planchet." "Why not?
My hand is still as steady as ever; I can write, and can weigh out my sugar and spices; my foot is firm; I can dance and walk about; my stomach has its teeth still, for I eat and digest well; my heart is not quite hardened.

Well, monsieur ?" "Well, what, Planchet ?" "Why, you see--" said the grocer, rubbing his hands together.
D'Artagnan crossed one leg over the other, and said, "Planchet, my friend, I am astounded by surprise: for you are revealing yourself to me under a perfectly new light." Planchet, flattered in the highest degree by this remark, continued to rub his hands very hard together.