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"Mordieu!" exclaimed the abbe, the first one to speak, "run M. Colbert through the body." "Monseigneur," said Pelisson, "you must speak to his majesty." "The king, my dear Pelisson, himself signed the order for the execution." "Well!" said the Comte de Charost, "the execution must not take place, then; that is all." "Impossible," said Gourville, "unless we could corrupt the jailers."
"Gourville, count a hundred thousand livres for the abbe." "Good! and spare nothing, did you not say?" "Nothing." "That is well." "Monseigneur," objected Gourville, "if this should be known, we should lose our heads." "Eh! Gourville," replied Fouquet, purple with anger, "you excite my pity. Speak for yourself, if you please. My head does not shake in that manner upon my shoulders.
"Ah! Gourville," she exclaimed as soon as he appeared, "a great misfortune has happened me in consequence of your absence." That settled the matter in de Gourville's mind, his money was gone and he was a pauper. Plunged in mournful reflections, de Gourville dared not raise his eyes to those of his mistress.
"I certainly am going there, were it only to ask satisfaction of the people who try to burn houses, crying 'Vive Colbert!" Gourville pricked up his ears. "Oh, oh!" said he, "you allude to what has just happened at the Greve?" "Yes, certainly." "And in what did that which has taken place concern you?"
"Incredulity! thou art the pest of all great minds," said Gourville, shrugging his shoulders. "Gourville!" "Yes," continued he, "and incredulity! thou ruinest, as contagion destroys the most robust health, that is to say, in an instant." "Let us go," cried Fouquet; "desire the door to be opened, Gourville." "Be cautious," said the latter, "the Abbe Fouquet is there."
"Very well," said Fouquet, "give the account to Gourville, and remain here this evening." "Shall we have supper?" "Yes, there will be supper." "But the chest is closed." "Gourville will open it for you. Leave us, monsieur l'abbe, leave us." "Then we are friends?" said the abbe, with a bow. "Oh yes, friends. Come Gourville." "Are you going out? You will not stay to supper, then?"
Gourville started, and mounted to the deck, in order to obtain a better view. Fouquet did not go up with him, but said to Gourville, with restrained mistrust: "See what it is, dear friend." The lighter had just passed the elbow. It came on so fast, that behind it might be plainly seen the white wake illumined with the fires of the day. "How they go," repeated the skipper, "how they go!
Fouquet made a sign to Gourville to follow him, and was already directing his steps towards his cabinet, when the usher announced with a loud voice: "Monsieur le Chevalier d'Artagnan." "Who is he?" said Fouquet, negligently, to Gourville. "An ex-lieutenant of his majesty's musketeers," replied Gourville, in the same tone. Fouquet did not even take the trouble to reflect, and resumed his walk.
"I beg your pardon, monseigneur!" said Gourville, "but I have remembered, this brave man has quitted the king's service, and probably comes to receive an installment of some pension or other." "Devil take him!" said Fouquet, "why does he choose his opportunity so ill?"
"The governor being gained, the two prisoners escape; once clear of the fangs of the law, they will call together the enemies of Colbert, and prove to the king that his young justice, like all other monstrosities, is not infallible." "Go to Paris, then, Pelisson," said Fouquet, "and bring hither the two victims; to-morrow we shall see." Gourville gave Pelisson the five hundred thousand livres.
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