"Ah! good heavens! good heavens! good heavens!" said Planchet, wiping his mustache and beard.
At that time, as they do now, grocers wore the cavalier mustache and the lansquenet beard, only the money baths, already rare in those days, have become almost unknown now.
"Mordioux!" said D'Artagnan, "there are a hundred thousand livres for you, partner. Draw your share, if you please, and I will draw mine."
"Oh! the lovely sum! Monsieur d'Artagnan, the lovely sum!"
"I confess that half an hour ago I regretted that I had to give you so much; but now I no longer regret it; thou art a brave grocer, Planchet. There, let us close our accounts, for, as they say, short reckonings make long friends."
"Oh! rather, in the first place, tell me the whole history," said Planchet; "that must be better than the money."
"Ma foi!" said D'Artagnan, stroking his mustache, "I can't say no; and if ever the historian turns to me for information, he will be able to say he has not dipped his bucket into a dry spring. Listen, then, Planchet, I will tell you all about it."
"And I shall build piles of crowns," said Planchet. "Begin, my dear master."
"Well, this is it," said D'Artagnan, drawing his breath.
"And that is it," said Planchet, picking up his first handful of crowns.