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Where is Aramis no, M. le Chevalier d'Herblay no, I am still mistaken Monsieur le Vicaire-General?" "Ah, monsieur," said Bazin, with dignity, "monseigneur is at his diocese." "What did you say?" said D'Artagnan. Bazin repeated the sentence. "Ah, ah! but has Aramis a diocese?" "Yes, monsieur. Why not?" "Is he a bishop, then?"
"Monsieur, there is not a more sedentary man than monseigneur, but " "But what?" "When a friend presses you " "A friend?" "Doubtless the worthy M. d'Herblay." "What, has Aramis pressed Porthos?" "This is how the thing happened, Monsieur d'Artagnan. M. d'Herblay wrote to monseigneur " "Indeed!" "A letter, monsieur, such a pressing letter that it threw us all into a bustle."
"Oh, sire! you will not always remain so clement, so noble, so generous as you have shown yourself with respect to me and M. d'Herblay; you will have about you counselors who will cure you of that weakness." "No, D'Artagnan, you are mistaken when you accuse my council of urging me to pursue rigorous measures. The advice to spare M. d'Herblay comes from Colbert himself."
By Aramis is meant Simara, which is the name of a demon. Happily for him he has ceased to bear that name." "And therefore," said D'Artagnan, resolved to be patient to the end, "it is not Aramis I seek, but the Abbe d'Herblay. Come, my dear Bazin, tell me where he is." "Didn't you hear me tell you, Monsieur d'Artagnan, that I don't know where he is?"
"At the residence of M. Fouquet?" "At the residence of M. Fouquet." "He shall be taken." It was now the duchesse's turn to smile. "Do not fancy the capture so easy," said she; "do not promise it so lightly." "Why not, madame?" "Because M. d'Herblay is not one of those people who can be taken when and where you please." "He is a rebel, then?" "Oh!
"Heaven!" exclaimed Fouquet "Heaven gives directions to its agent, who seizes upon the doomed victim, hurries him away, and seats the triumphant rival on the empty throne. But you forget that this agent is called death. Oh! Monsieur d'Herblay, in Heaven's name, tell me if you have had the idea " "There is no question of that, monseigneur; you are going beyond the object in view.
"It is not that, at all, monseigneur; but that I am going to look for M. d'Herblay, and, consequently, to leave you alone." Fouquet uttered a cry of delight and surprise. "To look for M. d'Herblay! to leave me alone!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together. "Which is M. d'Herblay's room? The blue room is it not?" "Yes, my friend, yes."
"You shall be nominated before two months are past, Monsieur d'Herblay. But that is a matter of very trifling moment; you would not offend me if you were to ask more than that, and you would cause me serious regret if you were to limit yourself to that." "In that case, I have something still further to hope for, monseigneur." "Speak! speak!"
She caught herself reckoning inwardly with this man Colbert had regained his superiority in the conversation, and he meant to keep it. "You ask me, madame," he said, "to have this M. d'Herblay arrested?" "I? I ask you nothing of the kind!" "I thought you did, madame. But as I have been mistaken, we will leave him alone; the king has said nothing about him." The duchesse bit her nails.
"What, give me six millions?" "Ten, if necessary." "Upon my word, D'Herblay," said Fouquet, "your confidence alarms me more than the king's displeasure. Who can you possibly be, after all?" "You know me well enough, I should think." "Of course; but what is it you are aiming at?"
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