By degrees the chamber was deserted, and Mazarin was left alone, a prey to suffering which he could no longer dissemble.

"Bernouin! Bernouin!" cried he in a broken voice.
"What does monseigneur want ?" "Guenaud--let Guenaud be sent for," said his eminence.

"I think I'm dying." Bernouin, in great terror, rushed into the cabinet to give the order, and the _piqueur_, who hastened to fetch the physician, passed the king's carriage in the Rue Saint Honore..