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The Vicomte De Bragelonne 189 at Prostate Health
her, discreet enough to let no one suspect bywhom she has been sent.""A treasure!" said Pellisson, "you would make a famouspresent to monsieur the governor of the conciergerie! Peste!monseigneur, he might have his head cut off; but he would,before dying, have had such happiness as no man had enjoyedbefore him.""And I add," said Fouquet, "that the concierge of the Palaiswould not have his head cut off, for he would receive of memy horses to effect his escape, and five hundred thousandlivres wherewith to live comfortably in England: I add, thatthis lady, my friend, would give him nothing but the horsesand the money. Let us go and seek her, Pellisson."The superintendent reached forth his hand towards the goldand silken cord placed in the interior of his carriage, butPellisson stopped him. "Monseigneur," said he, "you aregoing to lose as much time in seeking this lady as Columbustook to discover the new world. Now, we have but two hoursin which we can possibly succeed; the concierge once gone tobed, how shall we get at him without making a disturbance?When daylight dawns, how can we conceal our proceedings? Go,go yourself, monseigneur, and do not seek either woman orangel to-night.""But, my dear Pellisson, here we are before her door.""What! before the angels door?""Why, yes!""This is the hotel of Madame de Belliere!""Hush!""Ah! Good Lord!" exclaimed Pellisson."What have you to say against her?""Nothing, alas! and it is that which causes my despair.Nothing, absolutely nothing. Why can I not, on the contrary,say ill enough of her to prevent your going to her?"But Fouquet had already given orders to stop, and thecarriage was motionless. "Prevent me!" cried Fouquet; "why,no power on earth should prevent my going to pay mycompliments to Madame de Plessis-Belliere, besides, whoknows that we shall not stand in need of her!""No, monseigneur no!""But I do not wish you to wait for me, Pellisson," repliedFouquet, sincerely courteous."The more reason I should, monseigneur; knowing that you arekeeping me waiting, you will, perhaps, stay a shorter time.Take care! You see there is a carriage in the courtyard: shehas some one with her." Fouquet leant towards the steps ofthe carriage. "One word more," cried Pellisson; "do not goto this lady till you have been to the concierge, forHeavens sake!""Eh! five minutes, Pellisson," replied Fouquet, alighting atthe steps of the hotel, leaving Pellisson in the carriage,in a very ill-humor. Fouquet ran upstairs, told his name tothe footman, which excited an eagerness and a respect thatshowed the habit the mistress of the house had of honoringthat name in her family. "Monsieur le surintendant," criedthe marquise, advancing, very pale, to meet him; "what anhonor! what an unexpected pleasure!" said she. Then, in alow voice, "Take care!" added the marquise, "MargueriteVanel is here!""Madame," replied Fouquet, rather agitated, "I came onbusiness. One single word, and quickly, if you please!" Andhe entered the salon. Madame Vanel had risen, paler, morelivid, than Envy herself. Fouquet in vain addressed her,with the most agreeable, most pacific salutation; she onlyreplied by a terrible glance darted at the marquise andFouquet. This keen glance of a jealous woman is a stilettowhich pierces every cuirass; Marguerite Vanel plunged itstraight into the hearts of the two confidants. She made acourtesy to her friend, a more profound one to Fouquet, andtook leave, under pretense of having a number of visits tomake, without the marquise trying to prevent her, orFouquet, a prey to anxiety, thinking further about her. Shewas scarcely out of the room, and Fouquet left alone withthe marquise, before he threw himself on his knees, withoutsaying a word. "I expected you," said the marquise, with atender sigh."Oh! no," cried he, "or you would have sent away thatwoman.""She has been here little more than half an hour, and I hadno expectation she would come this evening.""You love me just a little, then, marquise?""That is not the question now; it is of your danger; how areyour affairs going on?""I am going this evening to get my friends out of theprisons of the Palais.""How will you do that?""By buying and bribing the governor.""He is a friend of mine; can I assist you, without injuringyou?""Oh! marquise, it would be a signal service; but how can yoube employed without your being compromised? Now, never shallmy life, my power, or
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