The Bishop of Lisieux, Cospdan, a man of small wits, but of sincere devoutness, listened attentively to the firm speech, the calm declarations, of the expiring minister.

"So much self-confidence appalls me," he said below his breath.

Richelieu died as he had lived, without scruples and without delicacies of conscience, absorbed by his great aim, and but little concerned about the means he had employed to arrive at it.
"I believe, absolutely, all the truths taught by the church," he had said to his confessor, and this faith sufficed for his repose.

The memory of the scaffolds he had caused to be erected did not so much as recur to his mind.

"I have loved justice, and not vengeance.