Monsieur, you would make an excellent general, like monsieur le prince." "Have you understood me ?" "Perfectly well." "How much will it amount to, to make your bandits all drunk with wine, and to satisfy them with gold ?" "Oh, monsieur, what an expression! Oh! monsieur, if they heard you! some of them are very susceptible." "I mean to say they must be brought to the point where they cannot tell the heavens from the earth; for I shall to-morrow contend with the king; and when I fight I mean to conquer--please to understand." "It shall be done, monsieur.

Give me your other ideas." "That is your business." "Then give me your purse." "Gourville, count a hundred thousand livres for the abbe." "Good! and spare nothing, did you not say ?" "Nothing." "That is well." "Monseigneur," objected Gourville, "if this should be known, we should lose our heads." "Eh! Gourville," replied Fouquet, purple with anger, "you excite my pity.

Speak for yourself, if you please.

My head does not shake in that manner upon my shoulders.

Now, abbe, is everything arranged ?" "Everything." "At two o'clock to-morrow." "At twelve, because it will be necessary to prepare our auxiliaries in a secret manner." "That is true; do not spare the wine of the _cabaretier_." "I will spare neither his wine nor his house," replied the abbe, with a sneering laugh.