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Updated: June 27, 2025
"That is written." "Upon Lyons " The cardinal appeared to hesitate. "Upon Lyons," repeated Bernouin. "Three millions nine hundred thousand livres." "Well, monseigneur?" "Upon Bordeaux, seven millions." "Seven?" repeated Bernouin. "Yes," said the cardinal, pettishly, "seven." Then, recollecting himself, "You understand, Bernouin," added he, "that all this money is to be spent?"
"So, sire, you say you want a million?" said Mazarin. "Yes, monsieur, I say so." "You are mistaken, greatly mistaken, sire; you want much more than that, Bernouin! you shall see, sire, how much you really want." "What, cardinal!" said the king, "are you going to consult a lackey about my affairs?"
This way light us downstairs Bernouin." The valet held a wax-light; the cardinal took a key from his bureau and opening the door of a secret stair descended into the court of the Palais Royal. A Nightly Patrol.
In the meantime Philip was discussing the questions of dress with the Chevalier de Lorraine, and they had ceased to hear the rustling of the cardinal's silk robe from behind the curtain. His eminence had followed Bernouin into the closet adjoining the bedroom. An Affair of State
The cardinal was indeed very ill; large drops of sweat flowed down upon his bed of agony, and the frightful pallor of a face streaming with water was a spectacle which the most hardened practitioner could not have beheld without much compassion. Colbert was, without doubt, very much affected, for he quitted the chamber, calling Bernouin to attend to the dying man, and went into the corridor.
But as he was a man of order, who utilized even pain, he forced his wakefulness to be the humble servant of his labor. He had consequently ordered Bernouin, his valet de chambre, to bring him a little traveling-desk, so that he might write in bed. But the gout is not an adversary that allows itself to be conquered so easily; therefore, at each movement he made, the pain from dull became sharp.
What did I tell you to do just now, Bernouin?" "Your eminence commanded me to cast up an account." "You did it, did you not?" "Yes, my lord." "To verify the amount of which his majesty, at this moment, stands in need. Did I not tell you so? Be frank, my friend." "Your eminence said so." "Well, what sum did I say I wanted?" "Forty-five millions, I think."
He was beginning, then, to dart at them glances full of mistrust and uneasiness, inviting Anne of Austria to throw perturbation in the midst of the unlawful assembly, when, suddenly, Bernouin, entering from behind the tapestry of the bedroom, whispered in the ear of Mazarin, "Monseigneur, an envoy from his majesty, the king of England."
My lord cardinal, besides, can endow his niece royally, nay, more than royally. There will be money, festivities, and fireworks everybody will be delighted." "Well, for my part," replied the gentleman, shaking his head, "it appears to me that this letter is very light to contain all that." "My friend," replied Bernouin, "I am certain of what I tell you.
The true difficulty of being admitted was not to be found at the first door, and even the second was passed easily enough; but at the third watched, besides the guard and the doorkeepers, the faithful Bernouin, a Cerberus whom no speech could soften, no wand, even of gold, could charm.
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