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 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.