“Monsieur,” said Fouquet, “I have a service to ask of you.”
“Speak, monseigneur.”
“A service that will be compromising for you, monsieur, but which will assure to you forever my protection and my friendship.”
“Were it to cast myself into the fire for you, monseigneur, I would do it.”
“That is well,” said Fouquet; “what I require is much more simple.”
“That being so, monseigneur, what is it?”
“To conduct me to the chamber of Messieurs Lyodot and D’Eymeris.”
“Will monseigneur have the kindness to say for what purpose?”
“I will tell you that in their presence, monsieur; at the same time that I will give you ample means of palliating this escape.”
“Escape! Why, then, monseigneur does not know?”