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"I am hospitable towards all who are dwellers beneath my roof," continued Fouquet, with an air of inexpressible majesty; "you will not be more fatally lost than he whose ruin you have consummated." "You will be so," said Aramis, in a hoarse, prophetic voice, "you will be so, believe me." "I accept the augury, Monsieur d'Herblay; but nothing shall prevent me, nothing shall stop me.
"The Abbe d'Herblay," resumed De Winter, "is one of those gallant musketeers formerly belonging to His Majesty King Louis XIII., of whom I have spoken to you, madame." Then turning to Athos, he continued, "And this gentleman is that noble Comte de la Fere, whose high reputation is so well known to your majesty."
"And that is now your case?" "Yes." "Since a very short time, then?" "Since yesterday, only." "Oh! Monsieur d'Herblay, take care, your confidence is becoming audacity." "One can well be audacious when one is powerful." "And you are powerful?" "I have already offered you ten millions; I repeat the offer." Fouquet rose, profoundly agitated.
"What! Vannes in Bretagne?" "Yes." The little man began to tear his hair, saying, "How can I get to Vannes from here by midday to-morrow? I am a lost man." "Your despair quite distresses me." "Vannes, Vannes!" cried Baisemeaux. "But listen; a bishop is not always a resident. M. d'Herblay may not possibly be so far away as you fear." "Pray tell me his address." "I really don't know it."
You knew this, and you never told me!" "'Twas only yesterday his mother applied to me, monseigneur." "And the woman is poor!" "In the deepest misery." "Heaven," said Fouquet, "sometimes bears with such injustice on earth, that I hardly wonder there are wretches who doubt of its existence. Stay, M. d'Herblay." And Fouquet, taking a pen, wrote a few rapid lines to his colleague Lyonne.
On the contrary let me hear a little about you, Aramis." "I have told you, my friend. There is nothing of Aramis left in me." "Nor of the Abbe d'Herblay even?" "No, not even of him. You see a man whom Providence has taken by the hand, whom he has conducted to a position that he could never have dared even to hope for." "Providence?" asked D'Artagnan. "Yes." "Well, that is strange!
"What shall I say to the king?" "Nothing; give him Belle-Isle." "Oh! Monsieur d'Herblay! Monsieur d'Herblay," cried Fouquet, "what projects crushed all at once!" "After one project that has failed, there is always another project that may lead to fortune; we should never despair. Go, monsieur, and go at once." "But that garrison, so carefully chosen, the king will change it directly."
M. d'Herblay spoke on my behalf to Louviere and Tremblay they objected; I wished to have the appointment very much, for I knew what it could be made to produce; in my distress I confided in M. d'Herblay, and he offered to become my surety for the different payments." "You astound me! Aramis become your surety?"
"Sire," objected Fouquet, with a grace of manner peculiarly his own, "your majesty overwhelms M. d'Herblay; the archbishopric may, in your majesty's extreme kindness, be conferred in addition to the hat; the one does not exclude the other." The king admired the readiness which he displayed, and smiled, saying: "D'Artagnan himself could not have answered better."
"Well, believe me or not, as you like, D'Herblay," said the surintendant, with a swelling heart, pointing at the cortege of Louis, visible in the horizon, "he certainly loves me but very little, and I do not care much more for him; but I cannot tell you how it is, that since he is approaching my house " "Well, what?"
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