“Sire, the superintendent of the finances is the most powerful man in the kingdom.”
“Ah!” cried Louis, coloring, “do you think so?”
“He will crush me in a week, sire. Your majesty gives me a controle for which strength is indispensable. An intendant under a superintendent,—that is inferiority.”
“You want support—you do not reckon upon me?”
“I had the honor of telling your majesty that during the lifetime of M. de Mazarin, M. Fouquet was the second man in the kingdom; now M. de Mazarin is dead, M. Fouquet is become the first.”
“Monsieur, I agree to what you told me of all things up to to-day; but to-morrow, please to remember, I shall no longer suffer it.”
“Then I shall be of no use to your majesty?”
“You are already, since you fear to compromise yourself in serving me.”
“I only fear to be placed so that I cannot serve your majesty.”
“What do you wish, then?”