At the name of Fouquet, whispered in his ear by Pelisson, the governor eagerly approached the carriage, and, hat in hand, was profuse in his attentions.

"What an honor for me, monseigneur," said he.
"One word, monsieur le governeur, will you take the trouble to get into my carriage ?" The officer placed himself opposite Fouquet in the coach.
"Monsieur," said Fouquet, "I have a service to ask of you." "Speak, monseigneur." "A service that will be compromising for you, monsieur, but which will assure to you forever my protection and my friendship." "Were it to cast myself into the fire for you, monseigneur, I would do it." "That is well," said Fouquet; "what I require is much more simple." "That being so, monseigneur, what is it ?" "To conduct me to the chamber of Messieurs Lyodot and D'Eymeris." "Will monseigneur have the kindness to say for what purpose ?" "I will tell you that in their presence, monsieur; at the same time that I will give you ample means of palliating this escape." "Escape! Why, then, monseigneur does not know ?" "What ?" "That Messieurs Lyodot and D'Eymeris are no longer here." "Since when ?" cried Fouquet, in great agitation.
"About a quarter of an hour." "Whither have they gone, then ?" "To Vincennes--to the donjon." "Who took them from here ?" "An order from the king." "Oh! woe! woe!" exclaimed Fouquet, striking his forehead.

"Woe!" and without saying a single word more to the governor, he threw himself back into his carriage, despair in his heart, and death on his countenance.
"Well!" said Pelisson, with great anxiety.
"Our friends are lost.

Colbert is conveying them to the donjon.

They crossed our path under the arcade Saint-Jean." Pelisson, struck as by a thunderbolt, made no reply.