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D'Artagnan thus sent back the order to Fouquet, without compromising himself, and without having thenceforward any reproaches to make himself.
It was a far cry from the sanguinary struggle against sin and the armed Christianity of the Jansenists; the sublime and specious visions of Madame Guy on fascinated lofty and gentle souls: the Duchess of Charost, daughter of Fouquet, Mesdames de Beauvilliers, de Chevreuse, de Mortemart, daughters of Colbert, and their pious husbands, were the first to be chained to her feet.
"That is delicate, monsieur," replied Fouquet; "so, as you see, I wait." "And I ask nothing, oh! no, it is not for want of need, though, I assure you." The minister reflected a minute. "Twelve hundred pistoles to the tailor; that seems a great deal for clothes," said he. "I maintain a hundred men," said the abbe, proudly; "that is a charge, I believe." "Why a hundred men?" said Fouquet.
"That you have never loved me so much as at this moment; in the same manner you can read, in my present step towards you, that I have not forgotten you." "Oh! madame," said Fouquet, whose face was for a moment lighted up by a sudden gleam of joy, "you are indeed an angel, and no man can suspect you. All he can do is to humble himself before you and entreat forgiveness."
"That is rather surprising," said D'Artagnan; "Gourville running about the streets so gayly, when he is almost certain that M. Fouquet is in danger; when it is almost equally certain that it was Gourville who warned M. Fouquet just now by the note which was torn into a thousand pieces upon the terrace, and given to the winds by monsieur le surintendant.
"You will recollect that name," added Louis XIV. Colbert bowed, but was paler than his ruffles of Flemish lace. Fouquet continued: "The masonries are of Roman concrete; the architects amalgamated it for me after the best accounts of antiquity." "And the cannon?" asked Louis.
I thought little Colbert, as you said just now, had passed over that love, and left the impression upon it of a spot of ink or a stain of grease." "Fouquet! Fouquet! Is this the way you always treat the poor creatures you desert?" "Why, you surely are not going to undertake the defense of Madame Vanel?"
Come, Baisemeaux, if you can pledge me your word of honor, do so, that you will not open your lips to any one about what I am going to say to you." "Never, never!" "You wish to put your hands on Aramis?" "At any cost!" "Well, go and see where M. Fouquet is." "Why, what connection can there be " "How stupid you are!
Fouquet, so notorious for his generosity, his gallantry, and his sensitive delicacy of feeling with regard to women generally, had received more invitations than he had requested audiences. In many houses, the presence of the superintendent had been significant of fortune; in many hearts, of love.
Fouquet held out his hand to him, and, at the very moment, a richly ornamented tortoise-shell clock, supported by golden figures, which was standing on a console table opposite to the fireplace, struck six. The sound of a door being opened in the vestibule was heard, and Gourville came to the door of the cabinet to inquire if Fouquet would received M. Vanel.
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