“Were we not under M. Fouquet’s roof, you were going to say, perhaps,” replied the king, with something of nobility in his demeanor.
“The king is in his own palace wherever he may be—especially in houses which the royal money has constructed.”
“I think,” said Philippe in a low tone to Aramis, “that the architect who planned this dome ought, anticipating the use it could be put to at a future opportunity, so to have contrived that it might be made to fall upon the heads of scoundrels such as M. Colbert.”
“I think so too,” replied Aramis; “but M. Colbert is so very near the king at this moment.”
“That is true, and that would open the succession.”
“Of which your younger brother would reap all the advantage, monseigneur. But stay, let us keep quiet, and go on listening.”
“We shall not have long to listen,” said the young prince.
“Why not, monseigneur?”
“Because, if I were king, I should make no further reply.”
“And what would you do?”