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De Gourville protested in vain, and when he threatened to resort to forcible means, the power of the church was invoked to compel him to abandon his attempt. So cruelly disappointed in a man whom all Paris deemed incorruptibly honest, de Gourville suspected nothing else from Mademoiselle de l'Enclos.
Fouquet alighted at the corner of the Rue de Long-Pont, and, on foot, directed his course towards the Place de Greve, accompanied by Gourville. At the turning of the Place they saw a man dressed in black and violet, of dignified mien, who was preparing to stop at Vincennes.
Let us return to Saint-Mande, I say." "To consult with Pelisson? we will." "No, monseigneur, to count your money." "So be it," said Fouquet, with angry eyes; "yes, yes, to Saint-Mande!" He got into his carriage again, and Gourville with him. Upon their road, at the end of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, they overtook the humble equipage of Vatel, who was quietly conveying home his vin de Joigny.
From the height of the terrace he perceived Gourville, who went by with a joyous air towards the lodgings of M. Fouquet.
The abbe made a sign, and in half a minute the man's step was heard upon the stairs. At the same time Gourville appeared behind Fouquet, like the guardian angel of the superintendent, pressing one finger on his lips to enjoin observation even amidst the bursts of his grief. The minister resumed all the serenity that human strength left at the disposal of a heart half broken with sorrow.
Corbleu, we confront the meteor. Let us see acts, and not words. What has he done?" "He has ordered two gibbets of the executioner of Paris," answered Gourville. Fouquet raised his head, and a flash gleamed from his eyes. "Are you sure of what you say?" cried he. "Here is the proof, monseigneur."
Corbleu, we confront the meteor. Let us see acts, and not words. What has he done?" "He has ordered two gibbets of the executioner of Paris," answered Gourville. Fouquet raised his head, and a flash gleamed from his eyes. "Are you sure of what you say?" cried he. "Here is the proof, monseigneur."
"Do not reckon too much on time; were the hours we have twice as many as they are, they would not be too much," replied Pellisson; "it is never a fault to arrive too soon." "Adieu!" said the superintendent; "come with me, Pellisson. Gourville, I commend my guests to your care." And he set off.
There prevailed, as we have said, such a silence in the chambers, and throughout the attendance, that from the dining-room could be heard the voice of Fouquet, saying, "That is well, monsieur." This voice was, however, broken by fatigue, and trembled with emotion. An instant after, Fouquet called Gourville, who crossed the gallery amidst the universal expectation.
"But what?" replied Vatel. Gourville touched Fouquet's elbow. "Don't be angry, Vatel, I thought my cellar your cellar sufficiently well stocked for us to be able to dispense with recourse to the cellar of L'Image de-Notre-Dame."
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