"Relays," said Pellisson, "relays, and fly!"
"Whither?"
"To Switzerland—to Savoy—but fly!"
"If monseigneur flies," said Madame Belliere, "it will be said that he was guilty, and was afraid."
"More than that, it will be said that I have carried away twenty millions with me."
"We will draw up memoirs to justify you," said La Fontaine. "Fly!"
"I will remain," said Fouquet. "And, besides, does not everything serve me?"
"You have Belle-Isle," cried the Abbe Fouquet.
"And I am naturally going there, when going to Nantes," replied the surintendant. "Patience, then, patience!"
"Before arriving at Nantes, what a distance!" said Madame Fouquet.