Planchet was pulling Porthos along, who was following Truchen, who was herself jovial enough.

It was D'Artagnan who found out the rooms and the beds.

Porthos threw himself into the one destined for him, after his friend had undressed him.

D'Artagnan got into his own bed, saying to himself, "_Mordioux!_ I had made up my mind never to touch that light-colored wine, which brings my early camp days back again.

Fie! fie! if my musketeers were only to see their captain in such a state." And drawing the curtains of his bed, he added, "Fortunately enough, though, they will not see me." "The country is very amusing," said Porthos, stretching out his legs, which passed through the wooden footboard, and made a tremendous crash, of which, however, no one in the house was capable of taking the slightest notice.