"In your school."
Fouquet grasped his hand. "And where are you going?" he said.
"I am off to Paris, when you shall have given a certain letter."
"For whom?"
"M. de Lyonne."
"And what do you want with Lyonne?"
"I wish to make him sign a lettre de cachet."
"'Lettre de cachet!' Do you desire to put somebody in the Bastille?"
"On the contrary—to let somebody out."
"And who?"