"You are proud. Philippe comes there."
"Philippe is only regent of France, and I am an archbishop. Do you understand? I want a mistress at a house where I can go without scandal; like Madame de Tencin, for example."
"Yes, who will deceive you for Richelieu."
"And how, on the contrary, do you know that she will not deceive Richelieu for me?"
"Hey-day! and will she manage your police and your love at the same time?"
"Perhaps. But apropos of police," answered Dubois, continuing to undress, "do you know that yours have slept infernally during three or four months, and that if this continues I shall be obliged to withdraw you from the superintendence?"
"Ah! diable!" cried La Fillon; "this is the way you treat your old friends. I come to make a revelation; well, you shall not know it."
"A revelation! and what about?"
"Pshaw! take away my superintendence; scoundrel that you are."
"Is it relating to Spain?" asked the archbishop, frowning, and feeling instinctively that the danger came from thence.