"`I dare not see M.Fouquet myself,' said she.""Bah! why should she think I would reproach her? Poor woman, she vastly deceives herself.""`See him yourself,' said she, `and tell him to beware of M.
Colbert.'"
"What! she warned me to beware of her lover?""I have told you she still loves you."
"Go on, marquise."
"`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."
"Well, M.Colbert put many questions to her, relative to the fortunes of those two gentlemen, and as to the devotion they had for you.""Oh, as to those two, I can answer for them; they must be killed before they will cease to be mine.""Then, as Madame Vanel was obliged to quit M.Colbert for an instant to receive a visitor, and as M.Colbert is industrious, scarcely was the new intendant left alone, before he took a pencil from his pocket, and as there was paper on the table, began to make notes.""Notes concerning d'Eymeris and Lyodot?"
"Exactly."
"I should like to know what those notes were about.""And that is just what I have brought you.""Madame Vanel has taken Colbert's notes and sent them to me?""No, but by a chance which resembles a miracle, she has a duplicate of those notes.""How could she get that?"
"Listen; I told you that Colbert found paper on the table.""Yes."
"That he took a pencil from his pocket."
"Yes."
"And wrote upon that paper."
"Yes."
"Well, this pencil was a lead-pencil, consequently hard; so it marked in black upon the first sheet, and in white upon the second.""Go on."
"Colbert, when tearing off the first sheet, took no notice of the second.""Well?"
"Well, on the second was to be read what had been written on the first, Madame Vanel read it, and sent for me.""Yes, yes."
"Then, when she was assured I was your devoted friend, she gave me the paper, and told me the secret of this house.""And this paper?" said Fouquet, in some degree of agitation.
"Here it is, monsieur -- read it," said the marquise.
Fouquet read:
"Names of the farmers of revenue to be condemned by the Chamber of Justice: D'Eymeris, friend of M.F.; Lyodot, friend of M.F.; De Vanin, indif.""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.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.But even if the Chamber of Justice should condemn them to death, the king will never ratify their condemnation, and they cannot be executed without the king's signature.""The king has made M.Colbert intendant.""Oh!" cried Fouquet, as if he caught a glimpse of the abyss that yawned beneath his feet, "impossible! impossible! But who passed a pencil over the marks made by Colbert?""I did.I was afraid the first would be effaced.""Oh! I will know all."
"You will know nothing, monsieur; you despise your enemy too much for that.""Pardon me, my dear marquise; excuse me; yes, M.Colbert is my enemy, I believe him to be so; yes, M.Colbert is a man to be dreaded, I admit.But I! I have time, and as you are here, as you have assured me of your devotion, as you have allowed me to hope for your love, as we are alone ---- ""I came here to save you, Monsieur Fouquet, and not to ruin myself," said the marquise, rising -- "therefore, beware!
---- "
"Marquise, in truth you terrify yourself too much at least, unless this terror is but a pretext ---- ""He is very deep, very deep; this M.Colbert: beware!"Fouquet, in his turn, drew himself up."And I?" asked he.
"And you, you have only a noble heart.Beware! beware!""So?"
"I have done what was right, my friend, at the risk of my reputation.Adieu!""Not adieu, au revoir!"
"Perhaps," said the marquise, giving her hand to Fouquet to kiss, and walking towards the door with so firm a step, that he did not dare to bar her passage.As to Fouquet, he retook, with his head hanging down and a fixed cloud on his brow, the path of the subterranean passage along which ran the metal wires that communicated from one house to the other, transmitting, through two glasses, the wishes and signals of hidden correspondents.
