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Messieurs de Lyodot and D'Eymeris are on the eve of their last day." "Of what are these gentlemen dying, then?" asked an officer. "Ask of him who kills them," replied Fouquet. "Who kills them? Are they being killed, then?" cried the terrified chorus.
"Were it to cast myself into the fire for you, monseigneur, I would do it." "That is well," said Fouquet; "what I require is much more simple." "That being so, monseigneur, what is it?" "To conduct me to the chamber of Messieurs Lyodot and D'Eymeris." "Will monseigneur have the kindness to say for what purpose?"
"I have not observed their absence," said Pellisson, who, at this moment, was turning his back to Fouquet and walking the other way. "I do not see M. Lyodot," said Sorel, "who pays me my pension." "And I," said the abbe, at the window, "do not see M. d'Eymeris, who owes me eleven hundred livres from our last game at Brelan."
"Sorel," continued Fouquet, walking bent, and gloomily, "you will never receive your pension any more from M. Lyodot; and you, abbe, will never be paid your eleven hundred livres by M. d'Eymeris, for both are doomed to die." "To die!" exclaimed the whole assembly, arrested, in spite of themselves, in the comedy they were playing, by that terrible word.
"I have not observed their absence," said Pelisson, who, at this moment, was turning his back to Fouquet, and walking the other way. "I do not see M. Lyodot," said Sorel, "who pays me my pension." "And I," said the abbe, at the window, "do not see M. d'Eymeris, who owes me eleven hundred livres from our last game of brelan."
"Think well of this, abbe, Lyodot and D'Eymeris at Vincennes are a prelude of ruin for my house. I repeat it I arrested, you will be imprisoned I imprisoned, you will be exiled." "Monsieur, I am at your orders; have you any to give me?"
If I had not been a false friend I should not have confided to any one the care of delivering Lyodot and D'Eymeris. I alone am guilty; to me alone are reproaches and remorse due. Leave me, abbe."
"I will tell you in their presence, monsieur; at the same time that I will give you ample means of palliating this escape." "Escape! Why, then, monseigneur does not know?" "What?" "That Messieurs Lyodot and D'Eymeris are no longer here." "Since when?" cried Fouquet, in great agitation. "About a quarter of an hour." "Whither have they gone, then?" "To Vincennes to the donjon."
"That is well: but would these bandits attack an armed force?" "They are used to that." "Then get your hundred and twenty men together, abbe." "Directly. But where?" "On the road to Vincennes, to-morrow, at two o'clock precisely." "To carry off Lyodot and D'Eymeris? There will be blows to be got!" "A number, no doubt; are you afraid?" "Not for myself, but for you."
"A demon disguised as a man, a giant armed with ten flaming swords a madman, who at one blow extinguished the fire, put down the riot, and caused a hundred musketeers to rise up out of the pavement of the Greve." Fouquet raised his brow, streaming with sweat, murmuring, "Oh! Lyodot and D'Eymeris! dead! dead! dead! and I dishonored."
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