If I had not been a false friend I should not have confided to any one the care of delivering Lyodot and D'Eymeris.

I alone am guilty; to me alone are reproaches and remorse due.

Leave me, abbe." "And yet, monsieur, you will not prevent me," replied the latter, "from endeavoring to find out the miserable fellow who has intervened to the advantage of M.Colbert in this so well-arranged affair; for, if it is good policy to love our friends dearly, I do not believe that is bad which consists in obstinately pursuing our enemies." "A truce to policy, abbe; begone, I beg of you, and do not let me hear any more of you till I send for you; what we most need is circumspection and silence.

You have a terrible example before you, gentlemen: no reprisals, I forbid them." "There are no orders," grumbled the abbe, "which will prevent me from avenging a family affront upon the guilty person." "And I," cried Fouquet, in that imperative tone to which one feels there is nothing to reply, "if you entertain one thought, one single thought, which is not the absolute expression of my will, I will have you cast into the Bastile two hours after that thought has manifested itself.
Regulate your conduct accordingly, abbe." The abbe colored and bowed.

Fouquet made a sign to Gourville to follow him, and was already directing his steps towards his cabinet, when the usher announced with a loud voice: "Monsieur le Chevalier d'Artagnan." "Who is he ?" said Fouquet, negligently, to Gourville.
"An ex-lieutenant of his majesty's musketeers," replied Gourville, in the same tone.