I will go and throw myself at the king's feet." "But, Baisemeaux, I can hardly believe what you tell me; besides, since the Bastile is capable of producing fifty thousand francs a year, why have you not tried to screw one hundred thousand out of it ?" "Because I am an honest man, M.d'Artagnan, and because my prisoners are fed like ambassadors." "Well, you're in a fair way to get out of your difficulties; give yourself a good attack of indigestion with your excellent living, and put yourself out of the way between this and midday to-morrow." "How can you be hard-hearted enough to laugh ?" "Nay, you really afflict me.

Come, Baisemeaux, if you can pledge me your word of honor, do so, that you will not open your lips to any one about what I am going to say to you." "Never, never!" "You wish to put your hands on Aramis ?" "At any cost!" "Well, go and see where M.Fouquet is." "Why, what connection can there be--" "How stupid you are! Don't you know that Vannes is in the diocese of Belle-Isle, or Belle-Isle in the diocese of Vannes?
Belle-Isle belongs to M.Fouquet, and M.Fouquet nominated M.d'Herblay to that bishopric!" "I see, I see; you restore me to life again." "So much the better.

Go and tell M.Fouquet very simply that you wish to speak to M.d'Herblay." "Of course, of course," exclaimed Baisemeaux, delightedly.
"But," said D'Artagnan, checking him by a severe look, "your word of honor ?" "I give you my sacred word of honor," replied the little man, about to set off running.
"Where are you going ?" "To M.Fouquet's house." "It is useless doing that; M.Fouquet is playing at cards with the king.
All you can do is to pay M.Fouquet a visit early to-morrow morning." "I will do so.

Thank you." "Good luck attend you," said D'Artagnan.
"Thank you." "This is a strange affair," murmured D'Artagnan, as he slowly ascended the staircase after he had left Baisemeaux.

"What possible interest can Aramis have in obliging Baisemeaux in this manner?
Well, I suppose we shall learn some day or another.".