"Oh, monsieur!" said Planchet, humiliated by the suspicion, and moreover, terrified at the calm air of the Musketeer.
"And I," said Porthos, rolling his large eyes, "remember, I will skin you alive."
"Ah, monsieur!"
"And I," said Aramis, with his soft, melodius voice, "remember that I will roast you at a slow fire, like a savage."
"Ah, monsieur!"
Planchet began to weep. We will not venture to say whether it was from terror created by the threats or from tenderness at seeing four friends so closely united.