Menneville belonged to the Abbe Fouquet--the affair originated with Fouquet; does not everybody know that the condemned were his friends from childhood ?" "That is true," thought D'Artagnan, "and thus are all my doubts cleared up.

I repeat it, Monsieur Fouquet may be called what they please, but he is a very gentlemanly man." "And," continued Colbert, "are you quite sure Menneville is dead ?" D'Artagnan thought the time was come for him to make his appearance.
"Perfectly, monsieur;" replied he, advancing suddenly.
"Oh! is that you, monsieur ?" said Colbert.
"In person," replied the musketeer with his deliberate tone; "it appears that you had in Menneville a pretty enemy." "It was not I, monsieur, who had an enemy," replied Colbert; "it was the king." "Double brute!" thought D'Artagnan, "to think to play the great man and the hypocrite with me.

Well," continued he to Colbert, "I am very happy to have rendered so good a service to the king; will you take upon you to tell his majesty, monsieur l'intendant ?" "What commission is this you give me, and what do you charge me to tell his majesty, monsieur?
Be precise, if you please," said Colbert, in a sharp voice, tuned beforehand to hostility.
"I give you no commission," replied D'Artagnan, with that calmness which never abandons the banterer; "I thought it would be easy for you to announce to his majesty that it was I who, being there by chance, did justice upon Menneville and restored order to things." Colbert opened his eyes and interrogated the chief of the watch with a look--"Ah! it is very true," said the latter, "that this gentleman saved us." "Why did you not tell me, monsieur, that you came to relate me this ?" said Colbert with envy; "everything is explained, and more favorably for you than for anybody else." "You are in error, monsieur l'intendant, I did not at all come for the purpose of relating that to you." "It is an exploit, nevertheless." "Oh!" said the musketeer carelessly, "constant habit blunts the mind." "To what do I owe the honor of your visit, then ?" "Simply to this: the king ordered me to come to you." "Ah!" said Colbert, recovering himself when he saw D'Artagnan draw a paper from his pocket; "it is to demand some money of me ?" "Precisely, monsieur." "Have the goodness to wait, if you please, monsieur, till I have dispatched the report of the watch." D'Artagnan turned upon his heel, insolently enough, and finding himself face to face with Colbert, after his first turn, he bowed to him as a harlequin would have done; then, after a second evolution, he directed his steps towards the door in quick time.

Colbert was struck with this pointed rudeness, to which he was not accustomed.

In general, men of the sword, when they came to his office, had such a want of money, that though their feet seemed to take root in the marble, they hardly lost their patience.