With the emoluments of the cardinalship and the ministry, I say too little when I say two millions a year." "Eh!" "In ten years that is twenty millions--and twenty millions put out at fifty per cent.

give, by progression, twenty-three millions in ten years." "How well you reckon for a Theatin!" "Since your eminence placed our order in the convent we occupy, near St.
Germain des Pres, in 1644, I have kept the accounts of the society." "And mine likewise, apparently, father." "One ought to know a little of everything, my lord." "Very well.

Conclude, at present." "I conclude that your baggage is too heavy to allow you to pass through the gates of Paradise." "Shall I be damned ?" "If you do not make restitution, yes." Mazarin uttered a piteous cry.

"Restitution!--but to whom, good God ?" "To the owner of that money,--to the king." "But the king did not give it all to me." "One moment,--does not the king sign the _ordonances_ ?" Mazarin passed from sighs to groans.

"Absolution! absolution!" cried he.
"Impossible, my lord.