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I understood but little of the merits of the book; my strongest memory is of the execution of d'Eymeric and Lyodot a strange testimony to the dulness of a boy, who could enjoy the rough-and-tumble in the Place de Greve, and forget d'Artagnan's visits to the two financiers. My next reading was in winter-time, when I lived alone upon the Pentlands.
"D'Eymeris and Lyodot!" cried Fouquet, reading the paper eagerly again. "Friends of M. F.," pointed the marquise with her finger. "But what is the meaning of these words: 'To be condemned by the Chamber of Justice'?" "Dame!" said the marquise, "that is clear enough, I think. Besides, that is not all.
"If the king has signed, the gibbets will be sent this evening to the Hotel de Ville, in order to be got up and ready by to-morrow morning." "Oh! no, no!" cried the superintendent, once again; "you are all deceived, and deceive me in my turn; Lyodot came to see me only the day before yesterday; only three days ago I received a present of some Syracuse wine from poor D'Eymeris."
"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?"
"M. de Vanin?" "M. de Vanin! ah! they may do what they like with him, but " "But " "But they must not touch the others!" "Well, if you are anxious they should not touch MM. d'Eymeris and Lyodot, it is time to look about you." "Who threatens them?" "Will you listen to me now?" "Attentively, marquise." "Without interrupting me?" "Speak." "Well, this morning Marguerite sent for me."
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.
"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 you 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.
"'M. Colbert, she added, 'came to me two hours ago, to inform me he was appointed intendant." "I have already told you, marquise, that M. Colbert would only be the more in my power for that." "Yes, but that is not all: Marguerite is intimate, as you know, with Madame d'Eymeris and Madame Lyodot." "I know it."
Read on, read on;" and Fouquet continued, "The two first to death, the third to be dismissed, with MM. d'Hautemont and de la Vallette, who will only have their property confiscated." "Great God!" cried Fouquet, "to death, to death! Lyodot and D'Eymeris.
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."
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