The chevalier, on his side, having, on the contrary, learned nothing at all, withdrew with a profound salutation.
He had scarcely left when Fouquet, knitting his brows, fell into a deep reverie.

Aramis looked at him for a moment with a mingled feeling of compassion and silence.
"What!" he said to him, "the fellow's name alone seemed to affect you.
Is it possible that, full of triumph and delight as you were just now, the sight merely of that man is capable of dispiriting you?
Tell me, have you faith in your good star ?" "No," replied Fouquet, dejectedly.
"Why not ?" "Because I am too full of happiness at this present moment," he replied, in a trembling voice.

"You, my dear D'Herblay, who are so learned, will remember the history of a certain tyrant of Samos.

What can I throw into the sea to avert approaching evil?
Yes! I repeat it once more, I am too full of happiness! so happy that I wish for nothing beyond what I have...

I have risen so high...