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Updated: June 3, 2025
The statesman Fouquet, deserted by all others, witnessed LA FONTAINE hastening every literary man to his prison-gate.
"There only remains for me to ask your majesty whither I shall conduct M. Fouquet." "To the castle of Angers, at first." "Very well, sire." "Afterwards we will see." "Yes, sire." "Monsieur d'Artagnan, one last word: you have remarked that, for making this capture of M. Fouquet, I have not employed my guards, on which account M. de Gesvres will be furious."
"What can I do to serve you, monsieur l'abbe?" said he. "Oh! oh! how coldly you speak to me, brother!" "I speak like a man who is in a hurry, monsieur." The abbe looked maliciously at Gourville, and anxiously at Fouquet, and said, "I have three hundred pistoles to pay to M. de Bregi this evening. A play debt, a sacred debt."
"And you reject this mark of my friendship?" "I do reject it." "Monsieur Fouquet, look at me," said the marquise, with glistening eyes, "I now offer you my love." "Oh, madame," exclaimed Fouquet. "I have loved you for a long while past; women, like men, have a false delicacy at times. For a long time past I have loved you, but would not confess it.
Aramis, during the interview, walked impatiently, but without a syllable, up and down the cabinet. They waited a further ten minutes. Fouquet rang in a manner to alarm the very dead. The valet again presented himself, trembling in a way to induce a belief that he was the bearer of bad news.
In the first place, he passed before the house of Fouquet, and threw in a large gaping box the fortunate order which, the evening before, he had had so much trouble to recover from the hooked fingers of the intendant. Placed in an envelope, and addressed to Fouquet, it had not even been divined by Planchet, who in divination was equal to Calchas or the Pythian Apollo.
"Bah!" said Gourville, "who told you that they do not come from Beaugency or from Moit even?" "We have seen no lighter of that shape, except at Orleans. It comes from Orleans, monsieur, and makes great haste." Fouquet and Gourville exchanged a glance.
"A useless question to ask; exactly as if I were to ask you, Monsieur Colbert, whether the money-bags you will give me will be full or empty." "Very good, madame." "Is it concluded?" "No; for there is one circumstance to which neither of us has given any attention." "Name it!" "M. Fouquet can be utterly ruined, under the legal circumstances you have detailed, only by means of legal proceedings."
He was very poorly educated, had hitherto developed no force of character, and appeared to all to be simply a frivolous, pompous, self-conceited young man of pleasure. Fouquet had held the keys of the treasury. When the king needed money he applied to him for a supply. The almost invariable reply he received was,
La Fontaine had admired at Vaux the young comic poet, who had just written the Facheux for the entertainment given by Fouquet to Louis XIV.: Moliere and French comedy had no need to take shelter beneath the mantle of the ancients; they, together, had shed upon the world incomparable lustre.
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