But in truth, I only spoke of it from memory." And the Gascon applied his hand to his breast, as if he were actually seeking the place where his heart was.
"Ah! wretch!" murmured he, smiling with bitterness.

"Ah! poor mortal species! You hoped, for an instant, that you had not a heart, and now you find you have one--bad courtier as thou art,--and even one of the most seditious.

You have a heart which speaks to you in favor of M.
Fouquet.

And what is M.Fouquet, when the king is in question ?--A conspirator, a real conspirator, who did not even give himself the trouble to conceal his being a conspirator; therefore, what a weapon would you not have against him, if his good grace, and his intelligence had not made a scabbard for that weapon.

An armed revolt!--for, in fact, M.Fouquet has been guilty of an armed revolt.