"And on what will you sleep?" said d'Artagnan.
"Here is my bed," replied Planchet, producing a bundle of straw.
"Come, then," said d'Artagnan, "you are right. Mine host's face does not please me at all; it is too gracious."
"Nor me either," said Athos.
Planchet mounted by the window and installed himself across the doorway, while Grimaud went and shut himself up in the stable, undertaking that by five o'clock in the morning he and the four horses should be ready.