“You have made up your mind at last, my lord?” said Rochefort.
“It has been made up a long time,” said Gondy.
“Let us say no more on the subject; you tell me so, I believe you. Well, we are going to give a ball to Mazarin.”
“I hope so.”
“And when will the dance begin?”
“The invitations are given for this evening,” said the coadjutor, “but the violins will not begin to play until to-morrow morning.”
“You may reckon upon me and upon fifty soldiers which the Chevalier d’Humieres has promised me whenever I need them.”
“Upon fifty soldiers?”
“Yes, he is making recruits and he will lend them to me; if any are missing when the fete is over, I shall replace them.”
“Good, my dear Rochefort; but that is not all. What have you done with Monsieur de Beaufort?”