Aramis took the letter, and made ready to go.
“Wait!” said Fouquet. He opened his drawer, and took out ten government notes which were there, each for a thousand livres. “Stay!” he said. “Set the son at liberty, and give this to the mother; but, above all, tell her not-”
“What, Monseigneur?”
“That she is ten thousand livres richer than I. She would say I am but a poor superintendent! Go; and I hope that God will bless those who are mindful of his poor!”
“So also do I hope,” replied Aramis, kissing Fouquet’s hand. And he went out quickly, carrying off the letter for Lyonne and the notes for Seldon’s mother, and taking up Moliere, who was beginning to lose patience.