“You were afraid?”
“My dear lord, it was the uncertainty and ignorance in which I was as to where you were to be found.”
“You would have found the money you require at M. Fouquet’s, for he is a man whose hand is always open.”
“I swear that I should never have ventured to ask M. Fouquet for money. I only wished to ask him for your address.”
“To ask M. Fouquet for my address?” exclaimed Aramis, opening his eyes in real astonishment.
“Yes,” said Baisemeaux, greatly disturbed by the glance which the prelate fixed upon him,—“at M. Fouquet’s certainly.”
“There is no harm in that, dear M. Baisemeaux, only I would ask, why ask my address of M. Fouquet?”
“That I might write to you.”
“I understand,” said Aramis, smiling, “but that is not what I meant; I do not ask you what you required my address for; I only ask why you should go to M. Fouquet for it?”
“Oh!” said Baisemeaux, “as Belle-Isle is the property of M. Fouquet, and as Belle-Isle is in the diocese of Vannes, and as you are bishop of Vannes——”