“Well; I must contrive to console myself in the best way I can; for after Richelieu, after the Fronde, after exile, what is there left for Madame de Chevreuse to be afraid of?”
“The pension, you are aware, is forty-eight thousand francs.”
“Alas! I am quite aware of it.”
“Moreover, in party contests, you know, the friends of one’s enemy do not escape.”
“Ah! you mean that poor Laicques will have to suffer.”
“I am afraid it is almost inevitable, duchesse.”
“Oh! he only receives twelve thousand francs pension.”
“Yes, but the king of Spain has some influence left; advised by M. Fouquet, he might get M. Laicques shut up in prison for a little while.”
“I am not very nervous on that point, my dear friend; because, once reconciled with Anne of Austria, I will undertake that France would insist upon M. Laicques’s liberation.”
“True. In that case, you will have something else to apprehend.”