"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.""Ah! my brother," replied Fouquet, in a tone of annoyance, "he is there, is he? he knows all the ill news, then, and is rejoiced to bring it to me, as usual.The devil! if my brother is there, my affairs are bad, Gourville; why did you not tell me that sooner: I should have been the more readily convinced.""'Monseigneur calumniates him," said Gourville, laughing, "if he is come, it is not with a bad intention.""What, do you excuse him?" cried Fouquet; "a fellow without a heart, without ideas; a devourer of wealth.""He knows you are rich."
"And would ruin me."
"No, but he would like to have your purse.That is all.""Enough! enough! A hundred thousand crowns per month, during two years.Corbleu! it is I that pay, Gourville, and I know my figures." Gourville laughed in a silent, sly manner.
"Yes, yes, you mean to say it is the king pays," said the superintendent."Ah, Gourville, that is a vile joke; this is not the place.""Monseigneur, do not be angry."
"Well, then, send away the Abbe Fouquet; I have not a sou."Gourville made a step towards the door."He has been a month without seeing me," continued Fouquet, "why could he not be two months?""Because he repents of living in bad company," said Gourville, "and prefers you to all his bandits.""Thanks for the preference! You make a strange advocate, Gourville, to-day -- the advocate of the Abbe Fouquet!""Eh! but everything and every man has a good side -- their useful side, monseigneur.""The bandits whom the abbe keeps in pay and drink have their useful side, have they? Prove that, if you please.""Let the circumstance arise, monseigneur, and you will be very glad to have these bandits under your hand.""You advise me, then, to be reconciled to the abbe?" said Fouquet, ironically.
"I advise you, monseigneur, not to quarrel with a hundred or a hundred and twenty loose fellows, who, by putting their rapiers end to end, would form a cordon of steel capable of surrounding three thousand men."Fouquet darted a searching glance at Gourville, and passing before him, -- "That is all very well, let M.l'Abbe Fouquet be introduced," said he to the footman."You are right, Gourville."Two minutes after, the Abbe Fouquet appeared in the doorway, with profound reverences.He was a man of from forty to forty-five years of age, half churchman half soldier, -- a spadassin, grafted upon an abbe; upon seeing that he had not a sword by his side, you might be sure he had pistols.
Fouquet saluted him more as an elder brother than as a minister.
"What can I do to serve you, monsieur l'abbe?" said he.
"Oh! oh! how coldly you speak to me, brother!""I speak like a man who is in a hurry, monsieur."The abbe looked maliciously at Gourville, and anxiously at Fouquet, and said, "I have three hundred pistoles to pay to M.de Bregi this evening.A play debt, a sacred debt.""What next?" said Fouquet bravely, for he comprehended that the Abbe Fouquet would not have disturbed him for such a want.
"A thousand to my butcher, who will supply no more meat.""Next?"
"Twelve hundred to my tailor," continued the abbe; "the fellow has made me take back seven suits of my people's, which compromises my liveries, and my mistress talks of replacing me by a farmer of the revenue, which would be a humiliation for the church.""What else?" said Fouquet.
