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"It is the prisoner," said the superintendent to him, "whom M. d'Herblay carried away the day before yesterday?" "Yes, monseigneur." "And whom he brought back this morning?" added Fouquet, quickly: for he understood immediately the mechanism of Aramis's plan. "Precisely, monseigneur." "And his name is Marchiali, you say?" "Yes, Marchiali.
"Certainly, but he was strongly persuaded to do so by my protector." "Who is he?" "One of your own friends, indeed; M. d'Herblay." "M. d'Herblay! Aramis!" "Just so; he has been very kind towards me." "Kind! to make you enter into such a bargain!" "Listen! I wished to leave the cardinal's service.
"I will not dream of Aramis any more; and I will never ask you again if there are any letters from M. d'Herblay; but on condition that you explain one thing to me." "Tell me what it is, monsieur?" "I am a great observer; and just now you made use of a very singular oath, which is unusual for you." "You mean Malaga! I suppose?" "Precisely."
D'Artagnan, more surprised than ever at the tone and manners of the Abbe d'Herblay, which contrasted so strongly with those of the Musketeer Aramis, remained staring with wide-open eyes at the face of his friend. Bazin quickly covered the table with a damask cloth and arranged upon it so many things, gilded, perfumed, appetizing, that D'Artagnan was quite overcome.
Both the children grew up; the one on the throne, whose minister you are the other, who is my friend, in gloom and isolation." "Good heavens! What are you saying, Monsieur d'Herblay? And what is this poor prince doing?" "Ask me, rather, what has he done." "Yes, yes." "He was brought up in the country, and then thrown into a fortress which goes by the name of the Bastile."
"You will find in him," continued Philippe, "the depth and penetration of M. de Richelieu, without the avarice of M. de Mazarin!" "A prime minister, sire?" said Monsieur, in a fright. "I will tell you all about that, brother; but it is strange that M. d'Herblay is not here!" He called out: "Let M. Fouquet be informed that I wish to speak to him oh! before you, before you; do not retire!"
Talk only by gestures, or rather always listen." "Yes, monsieur," replied Raoul. "You will see me talking with one of my friends, the Abbe d'Herblay, of whom you have often heard me speak." "I remember him, monsieur." "Come near to us from time to time, as if to speak; but do not speak, and do not listen. That little stratagem may serve to keep off interlopers."
"Besides," continued Colbert, "what a poor capture would this bishop be! A bishop game for a king! Oh! no, no; I will not even take the slightest notice of him." The hatred of the duchesse now discovered itself. "Game for a woman!" said she. "Is not the queen a woman? If she wishes M. d'Herblay arrested, she has her reasons. Besides, is not M. d'Herblay the friend of him who is doomed to fall?"
Besides, there is nothing in it which should astonish you, for we have foreseen it all along." "Yes; but I did not expect four millions." "No doubt the amount is serious, but, after all, four millions are not quite the death of a man, especially when the man in question is Monsieur Fouquet." "My dear D'Herblay, if you knew the contents of my coffers, you would be less easy." "And you promised?"
No sooner had he left, than Fouquet, whose impatience had hardly been able to wait for that moment, darted towards the door to close it, and then returning to the bishop, he said, "My dear D'Herblay, I think it now high time you should explain all that has passed, for, in plain and honest truth, I do not understand anything."
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