“In short, are you, or are you not endeavoring to ruin M. Fouquet? Answer without evasion.”
“Madame, I ruin nobody.”
“I am endeavoring to comprehend, then, why you purchased from me the letters of M. Mazarin concerning M. Fouquet. Neither can I conceive why you have laid those letters before the king.”
Colbert, half stupefied, looked at the duchesse with an air of constraint.
“Madame,” said he, “I can less easily conceive how you, who received the money, can reproach me on that head—”
“That is,” said the old duchesse, “because we must will that which we wish for, unless we are not able to obtain what we wish.”
“Will!” said Colbert, quite confounded by such coarse logic.
“You are not able, hein! Speak.”
“I am not able, I allow, to destroy certain influences near the king.”
“That fight in favor of M. Fouquet? What are they? Stop, let me help you.”