“No; I am never embarrassed.”
“And the queen,” continued the bishop, “will certainly do for you what the superintendent is unable to do?”
“Oh! certainly. But tell me, do you think it would be better that I should speak, myself, to M. Fouquet about these letters?”
“Nay, duchesse, you will do precisely whatever you please in that respect. M. Fouquet either feels or does not feel himself to be guilty; if he really be so, I know he is proud enough not to confess it; if he be not so, he will be exceedingly offended at your menace.”
“As usual, you reason like an angel,” said the duchesse, as she rose from her seat.
“And so, you are now going to denounce M. Fouquet to the queen,” said Aramis.
“‘Denounce!’ Oh! what a disagreeable word. I shall not ‘denounce’ my dear friend; you know matters of policy too well to be ignorant how easily these affairs are arranged. I shall merely side against M. Fouquet, and nothing more; and, in a war of party against party, a weapon is always a weapon.”
“No doubt.”
“And once on friendly terms again with the queen-mother, I may be dangerous towards some persons.”
“You are at liberty to prove so, duchesse.”