“Ingenious!”
“But you can speak, if you cannot write,” said D’Artagnan.
“Can I speak to you?”
“Why, certainly, if you wish to do so.”
Fouquet reflected for a moment, then looking the captain full in the face, “One single word,” said he; “will you remember it?”
“I will not forget it.”
“Will you speak it to whom I wish?”
“I will.”
“Saint-Mande,” articulated Fouquet, in a low voice.
“Well! and for whom?”