g's own lips. It was impossible to ruin a man with
a more charming smile. What do you think of it?"

"It is clear that your destruction is the object in view."

"That is your opinion?"

"Still. Besides, there is nothing in it which should astonish you, for
we have foreseen it all along."

"Yes; but I did not expect four millions."

"No doubt the amount is serious, but, after all, four millions are
not quite the death of a man, especially when the man in question is
Monsieur Fouquet."

"My dear D'Herblay, if you knew the contents of my coffers, you would be
less easy."

"And you promised?"

"What could I _do?_"

"That's true."

"The very day I refuse, Colbert will procure the money; whence I know
not, but he _will_ procure it: and I shall be lost."

"There is no doubt of that. In how many days did you promise the four
millions?"

"In three days. The king seemed exceedingly pressed."

"_In three days?_"

"When I think," resumed Fouquet, "that just now as I passed along the
streets, the people cried out, 'There is the rich Monsieur Fouquet,' it
is enough to turn my brain."

"Stay, monsieur, the matter is not worth so much trouble," said Aramis,
calmly, sprinkling some sand over the letter he had just written.

"Suggest a remedy, then, for this evil without a remedy."

"There is only one remedy for you,--pay."

"But it is very uncertain whether I have the money. Everything must be
exhausted; Belle-Isle is paid for; the pension has been paid; and money,
since the investigation of the accounts of those who farm the revenue,
is scarce. Besides, admitting that I pay this time, how can I do so on
another occasion? When kings have tasted money, they are like tigers who
have tasted flesh, they devour everything. The day will arrive--_must_
arrive--when I shall have to say, 'Impossible, sire,' and on that very
day I am a lost man."

Aramis raised his shoulders slightly, saying:

"A man in your position, my lord, is only lost when he wishes to be so."

"A man, whatever his position may be, cannot hope to struggle against a
king."

"Nonsense; when I was young I wrestled successfully with the Cardinal
Richelieu, who was king of France,--nay more--cardinal."

"Where are my armies, my troops, my treasures? I have not even
Belle-Isle."

"Bah! necessity is the mother of invention, and when you think all is
lost, something will be discovered which will retrieve everything."

"Who will discover this wonderf