They had never heard that an ogre was ever called "monsieur le baron".
"I will take a few biscuits to eat on the road," said Porthos, carelessly; and he emptied a whole jar of aniseed biscuits into the huge pocket of his doublet.
"My shop is saved!" exclaimed Planchet.
"Yes, as the cheese was," whispered the foreman.
"What cheese ?" "The Dutch cheese, inside which a rat had made his way, and we found only the rind left." Planchet looked all round his shop, and observing the different articles which had escaped Porthos's teeth, he found the comparison somewhat exaggerated.

The foreman, who remarked what was passing in his master's mind, said, "Take care; he is not gone yet." "Have you any fruit here ?" said Porthos, as he went upstairs to the _entresol_, where it had just been announced that some refreshment was prepared.
"Alas!" thought the grocer, addressing a look at D'Artagnan full of entreaty, which the latter half understood.
As soon as they had finished eating they set off.

It was late when the three riders, who had left Paris about six in the evening, arrived at Fontainebleau.

The journey passed very agreeably.

Porthos took a fancy to Planchet's society, because the latter was very respectful in his manners, and seemed delighted to talk to him about his meadows, his woods, and his rabbit-warrens.