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and as M. Colbert isindustrious, scarcely was the new intendant left alone,before he took a pencil from his pocket, and as there waspaper on the table, began to make notes.""Notes concerning dEymeris and Lyodot?""Exactly.""I should like to know what those notes were about.""And that is just what I have brought you.""Madame Vanel has taken Colberts notes and sent them tome?""No, but by a chance which resembles a miracle, she has aduplicate of those notes.""How could she get that?""Listen; I told you that Colbert found paper on the table.""Yes.""That he took a pencil from his pocket.""Yes.""And wrote upon that paper.""Yes.""Well, this pencil was a lead-pencil, consequently hard; soit marked in black upon the first sheet, and in white uponthe second.""Go on.""Colbert, when tearing off the first sheet, took no noticeof the second.""Well?""Well, on the second was to be read what had been written onthe first, Madame Vanel read it, and sent for me.""Yes, yes.""Then, when she was assured I was your devoted friend, shegave me the paper, and told me the secret of this house.""And this paper?" said Fouquet, in some degree of agitation."Here it is, monsieur -- read it," said the marquise.Fouquet read:"Names of the farmers of revenue to be condemned by theChamber of Justice: DEymeris, friend of M. F.; Lyodot,friend of M. F.; De Vanin, indif.""DEymeris and Lyodot!" cried Fouquet, reading the papereagerly again."Friends of M. F.," pointed the marquise with her finger."But what is the meaning of these words: `To be condemned bythe Chamber of Justice?""Dame!" said the marquise, "that is clear enough, I think.Besides, that is not all. Read on, read on;" and Fouquetcontinued, ---"The two first to death, the third to bedismissed, with MM. dHautemont and de la Vallette, who willonly have their property confiscated.""Great God!" cried Fouquet, "to death, to death! Lyodot andDEymeris. But even if the Chamber of Justice should condemnthem to death, the king will never ratify theircondemnation, and they cannot be executed without the kingssignature.""The king has made M. Colbert intendant.""Oh!" cried Fouquet, as if he caught a glimpse of the abyssthat yawned beneath his feet, "impossible! impossible! Butwho passed a pencil over the marks made by Colbert?""I did. I was afraid the first would be effaced.""Oh! I will know all.""You will know nothing, monsieur; you despise your enemy toomuch for that.""Pardon me, my dear marquise; excuse me; yes, M. Colbert ismy enemy, I believe him to be so; yes, M. Colbert is a manto be dreaded, I admit. But I! I have time, and as you arehere, as you have assured me of your devotion, as you haveallowed me to hope for your love, as we are alone ---- ""I came here to save you, Monsieur Fouquet, and not to ruinmyself," said the marquise, rising -- "therefore, beware!---- ""Marquise, in truth you terrify yourself too much at least,unless this terror is but a pretext ---- ""He is very deep, very deep; this M. Colbert: beware!"Fouquet, in his turn, drew himself up. "And I?" asked he."And you, you have only a noble heart. Beware! beware!""So?""I have done what was right, my friend, at the risk of myreputation. Adieu!""Not adieu, au revoir!""Perhaps," said the marquise, giving her hand to Fouquet tokiss, and walking towards the door with so firm a step, thathe did not dare to bar her passage. As to Fouquet, heretook, with his head hanging down and a fixed cloud on hisbrow, the path of the subterranean passage along which ranthe metal wires that communicated from one house to theother, transmitting, through two glasses, the wishes andsignals of hidden correspondents.CHAPTER 55The Abbe FouquetFouquet hastened back to his apartment by the subterraneanpassage, and immediately closed the mirror with the spring.He was scarcely in his closet, when he heard some oneknocking violently at the door, and a well-known voicecrying: -- "Open the door, monseigneur, I entreat you, openthe door!" Fouquet quickly restored a little order toeverything that might have revealed either his absence orhis agitation: he spread his papers over the desk, took up apen, and, to gain time, said, through the closed door, --"Who is there?""What, monseigneur, do you not know me?" replied the voice."Yes, yes," said Fouquet to himself, "yes, my friend I knowyou well enough." And then, aloud: "Is it
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