“At two o’clock to-morrow.”
“At twelve, because it will be necessary to prepare our auxiliaries in a secret manner.”
“That is true; do not spare the wine of the cabaretier.”
“I will spare neither his wine nor his house,” replied the abbe, with a sneering laugh. “I have my plan, I tell you; leave me to set it in operation, and you shall see.”
“Where shall you be yourself?”
“Everywhere; nowhere.”
“And how shall I receive information?”
“By a courier whose horse shall be kept in the very same garden of your friend. A propos, the name of your friend?”
Fouquet looked again at Gourville. The latter came to the succor of his master, saying, [“The name is of no importance.”
Fouquet continued, “Accompany] monsieur l’abbe, for several reasons, but the house is easily to be known—the ‘Image-de-Notre-Dame’ in the front, a garden, the only one in the quarter, behind.”