“Well, sire?”
“Well, I ought to give the bride a reception worthy of the granddaughter of Henry IV.”
“That is but just, sire.”
“Then I shall want money.”
“No doubt.”
“I shall want——” Louis hesitated. The sum he was going to demand was the same that he had been obliged to refuse Charles II. He turned towards Colbert, that he might give the blow.
“I shall want, to-morrow——” repeated he, looking at Colbert.
“A million,” said the latter, bluntly; delighted to take his revenge.
Fouquet turned his back upon the intendant to listen to the king. He did not turn round, but waited till the king repeated, or rather murmured, “A million.”
“Oh! sire,” replied Fouquet disdainfully, “a million! What will your majesty do with a million?”