“This Monsieur d’Herblay shall be sought for, madame.”
“Oh! it is well known where he is.”
Colbert looked at the duchesse.
“Say where, madame.”
“He is at Belle-Ile-en-Mer.”
“At the residence of M. Fouquet?”
“At the residence of M. Fouquet.”
“He shall be taken.”
It was now the duchesse’s turn to smile. “Do not fancy the capture so easy,” said she; “do not promise it so lightly.”
“Why not, madame?”