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"Because it is terrible to have the heart occupied, when others, besides
yourself, have so much need of the head."

"You are right.  So you see, at your first summons, I left everything.
But to return to this girl.  What good do you see in my troubling myself
about her?"

"This. - The king, it is said, has taken a fancy to her; at least, so it
is supposed."

"But you, who know everything, know very differently."

"I know that the king is greatly and suddenly changed; that the day
before yesterday he was crazy over Madame; that a few days ago,
Monsieur complained of it, even to the queen-mother; and that some
conjugal misunderstandings and maternal scoldings were the consequence."

"How do you know all that?"

"I do know it; at all events, since these misunderstandings and
scoldings, the king has not addressed a word, has not paid the
slightest attention, to her royal highness."

"Well, what next?"

"Since then, he has been taken up with Mademoiselle de la Valliere.  Now,
Mademoiselle de la Valliere is one of Madame's maids of honor.  You
happen to know, I suppose, what is called a _chaperon_ in matters of
love.  Well, then, Mademoiselle de la Valliere is Madame's _chaperon_.
It is for you to take advantage of this state of things.  You have no
occasion for me to tell you that.  But, at all events, wounded vanity
will render the conquest an easier one; the girl will get hold of the
king, and Madame's secret, and you can scarcely predict what a man of
intelligence can do with a secret."

"But how to get at her?"

"Nay, you, of all men, to ask me such a question!" said Aramis.

"Very true.  I shall not have any time to take any notice of her."

"She is poor and unassuming, you will create a position for her, and
whether she tames the king as his lady confessor, or his sweetheart, you
will have enlisted a new and valuable ally."

"Very good," said Fouquet.  "What is to be done, then, with regard to
this girl?"

"Whenever you have taken a fancy to any lady, Monsieur Fouquet, what
course have you generally pursued?"

"I have written to her, protesting my devotion to her.  I have added, how
happy I should be to render her any service in my power, and have signed
'Fouquet,' at the end of the letter."

"And has any one offered resistance?"

"One person only," replied Fouquet.  "But, four days ago, she yielded, as
the others had done."

"Will you take the trouble to write?" said Aramis, holding a pen towards
him, which Fouquet took, saying:

"I will write at your dictation.  My head is so taken up in another
direction, that I should not be able to write a couple lines."

"Very well," said Aramis, "write."

And he dictated, as follows: "Mademoiselle - I have seen you - and you
will not be surprised to learn, I think you very beautiful.  But, for
want of the position you merit at court, your presence there is a waste
of time.  The devotion of a man of honor, should ambition of any kind
inspire you, might possibly serve as a means of display for your talent
and beauty.  I place my devotion at your feet; but, as an affection,
however reserved and unpresuming it may be, might possibly compromise the
object of its worship, it would ill become a person of your merit running
the risk of being compromised, without her future being assured.  If you
would deign to accept, and reply to my affection, my affection shall
prove its gratitude to you in making you free and independent forever."

Having finished writing, Fouquet looked at Aramis.

"Sign it," said the latter.

"Is it absolutely necessary?"

"Your signature at the foot of that letter is worth a million; you forget
that."  Fouquet signed.

"Now, by whom do you intend to send this letter?" asked Aramis.

"By an excellent servant of mine."

"Can you rely on him?"

"He is a man who has been with me all my life."

"Very well.  Besides, in this case, we are not playing for very heavy

"How so?  For if what you say be true of the accommodating disposition of
this girl for the king and Madame, the king will give her all the money
she can ask for."

"The king has money, then?" asked Aramis.

"I suppose so, for he has not asked me for any more."

"Be easy, he will ask for some, soon."

"Nay, more than that, I had thought he would have spoken to me about the
_fete_ at Vaux, but he never said a word about it."

"He will be sure to do so, though."

"You must think the king's disposition a very cruel one, Monsieur

"It is not he who is so."

"He is young, and therefore his disposition is a kind one."

"He is young, and either he is weak, or his passions are strong; and
Monsieur Colbert holds his weakness and his passions in his villainous

"You admit that you fear him?"

"I do not deny it."

"I that case I am lost."

"Why so?"

"My only influence with the king has been through the money I commanded,
and now I am a ruined man."

"Not so."

"What do you mean by 'not so?'  Do you know my affairs better than

"That is not unlikely."

"If he were to request this _fete_ to be given?"

"You would give it, of course."

"But where is the money to come from?"

"Have you ever been in want of any?"

"Oh! if you only knew at what a cost I procured the last supply."

"The next shall cost you nothing."

"But who will give it me?"

"I will."

"What, give me six millions?"

"Ten, if necessary."

"Upon my word, D'Herblay," said Fouquet, "your confidence alarms me more
than the king's displeasure.  Who can you possibly be, after all?"

"You know me well enough, I should think."

"Of course; but what is it you are aiming at?"

"I wish to see upon the throne of France a king devoted to Monsieur
Fouquet, and I wish Monsieur Fouquet to be devoted to me."

"Oh!" exclaimed Fouquet, pressing his hand, - "as for being devoted to
you, I am yours, entirely; but believe me, my dear D'Herblay, you are
deceiving yourself."

"In what respect?"

"The king will never become devoted to me."

"I do not remember to have said that King Louis would ever become devoted
to you."

"Why, on the contrary, you have this moment said so."

"I did not say _the_ king; I said _a_ king."

"Is it not all the same?"

"No, on the contrary, it is altogether different."

"I do not understand you."

"You will do so, shortly, then; suppose, for instance, the king in
question were to be a very different person to Louis XIV."

"Another person."

"Yes, who is indebted for everything to you."


"His very throne, even."

"You are mad, D'Herblay.  There is no man living besides Louis XIV. who
can sit on the throne of France.  I know of none, not one."

"_But_ I know one."

"Unless it be Monsieur," said Fouquet, looking at Aramis uneasily; "yet
Monsieur - "

"It is _not_ Monsieur."

"But how can it be, that a prince not of the royal line, that a prince
without any right - "

"My king, or rather your king, will be everything that is necessary, be
assured of that."

"Be careful, Monsieur d'Herblay, you make my blood run cold, and my head

Aramis smiled.  "There is but little occasion for that," he replied.

"Again, I repeat, you terrify me," said Fouquet.  Aramis smiled.

"You laugh," said Fouquet.

"The day will come when you will laugh too; only at the present moment I
must laugh alone."

"But explain yourself."

"When the proper time comes, I will explain all.  Fear nothing.  Have
faith in me, and doubt nothing."

"The fact is, I cannot but doubt, because I do not see clearly, or even
at all."

"That is because of your blindness; but a day will come when you will be

"Oh!" said Fouquet, "how willingly would I believe."

"You, without belief! you, who, through my means, have ten times crossed
the abyss yawning at your feet, and in which, had you been alone, you
would have been irretrievably swallowed; you, without belief; you, who
from procureur-general attained the rank of intendant, from the rank of
intendant, that of the first minister of the crown, and who from the rank
of first minister will pass to that of mayor of the palace.  But no," he
said, with the same unaltered smile, "no, no, you cannot see, and
consequently cannot believe - what I tell you."  And Aramis rose to

"One word more," said Fouquet; "you have never yet spoken to me in this
manner, you have never yet shown yourself so confident, I should rather
say so daring."

"Because it is necessary, in order to speak confidently, to have the lips

"And that is now your case?"


"Since a very short time, then?"

"Since yesterday, only."

"Oh!  Monsieur d'Herblay, take care, your confidence is becoming

"One can well be audacious when one is powerful."

"And you are powerful?"

"I have already offered you ten millions; I repeat the offer."

Fouquet rose, profoundly agitated.

"Come," he said, "come; you spoke of overthrowing kings and replacing
them by others.  If, indeed, I am not really out of my senses, is or is
not that what you said just now?"

"You are by no means out of your senses, for it is perfectly true I did
say all that just now."

"And why did you say so?"

"Because it is easy to speak in this manner of thrones being cast down,
and kings being raised up, when one is, one's self, far above all kings
and thrones, of this world at least."

"Your power is infinite, then?" cried Fouquet.

"I have told you so already, and I repeat it," replied Aramis, with
glistening eyes and trembling lips.

Fouquet threw himself back in his chair, and buried his face in his
hands.  Aramis looked at him for a moment, as the angel of human
destinies might have looked upon a simple mortal.

"Adieu," he said to him, "sleep undisturbed, and send your letter to La
Valliere.  To-morrow we shall see each other again."

"Yes, to-morrow," said Fouquet, shaking his hands like a man returning to
his senses.  "But where shall we see each other?"

"At the king's promenade, if you like."

"Agreed."  And they separated.

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