He showed him a low-built tumbrel, drawn by two horses, upon which rocked two strong gibbets, bound together, back to back, by chains, whilst an archer, seated upon the cross-beam, suffered, as well as he could, with his head cast down, the comments of a hundred vagabonds, who guessed the destination of the gibbets, and were escorting them to the Hotel de Ville.

Fouquet started.

"It is decided, you see," said Gourville.
"But it is not done," replied Fouquet.
"Oh, do not flatter yourself, monseigneur; if they have thus lulled your friendship and suspicions--if things have gone so far, you will be able to undo nothing." "But I have not given my sanction." "M.

de Lyonne has ratified for you." "I will go to the Louvre." "Oh, no, you will not." "Would you advise such baseness ?" cried Fouquet, "would you advise me to abandon my friends?
would you advise me, whilst able to fight, to throw the arms I hold in my hand to the ground ?" "I do not advise you to do anything of the kind, monseigneur.

Are you in a position to quit the post of superintendent at this moment ?" "No." "Well, if the king wishes to displace you--" "He will displace me absent as well as present." "Yes, but you will not have insulted him." "Yes, but I shall have been base; now I am not willing that my friends should die; and they shall _not_ die!" "For that it is necessary you should go to the Louvre, is it not ?" "Gourville!" "Beware! once at the Louvre, you will be forced to defend your friends openly, that is to say, to make a profession of faith; or you will be forced to abandon them irrevocably." "Never!" "Pardon me;--the king will propose the alternative to you, rigorously, or else you will propose it to him yourself." "That is true." "That is the reason why conflict must be avoided.