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.