"Planchet," said d’Artagnan to his domestic, who just then insinuated his head through the half-open door in order to catch some fragments of the conversation, "go down to my landlord, Monsieur Bonacieux, and ask him to send me half a dozen bottles of Beaugency wine; I prefer that."
Planchet dijo D'Artagnan a su criado, que pasaba en aquel momento la cabeza por la puerta entreabierta para tratar de sorprender algunas migajas de la conversación , bajad a casa de mi casero, el señor Bonacieux, y decidle que nos envíe media docena de botellas de vino de Beaugency: es el que prefiero.