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had turned out to M. Fouquet’s honor.”

Marguerite began to laugh in so cruel a manner that Madame

de Belliere could at that moment have delightedly plunged a

dagger in her bosom. “Dearest,” continued Marguerite, “there

is no longer any question of M. Fouquet’s honor; his safety

is concerned. Before three days are passed the ruin of the

superintendent will be complete.”

“Stay,” said the marquise, in her turn smiling, “that is

going a little too fast.”

“I said three days, because I wish to deceive myself with a

hope; but probably the catastrophe will be complete within

twenty-four hours.”

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“Why so?”

“For the simplest of all reasons, — that M. Fouquet has no

more money.”

“In matters of finance, my dear Marguerite, some are without

money to-day, who to-morrow can procure millions.”

“That might be M. Fouquet’s case when he had two wealthy and

clever friends who amassed money for him, and wrung it from

every possible or impossible source; but those friends are

dead.”

“Money does not die, Marguerite; it may be concealed, but it

can be looked for, bought and found.”

“You see things on the bright side, and so much the better

for you. It is really very unfortunate that you are not the

Egeria of M. Fouquet; you might now show him the source

whence he could obtain the millions which the king asked him

for yesterday.”

“Millions!” said the marquise, in terror.

“Four — an even number.”

“Infamous!” murmured Madame de Belliere, tortured by her

friend’s merciless delight.

“M. Fouquet, I should think, must certainly have four

millions,” she replied, courageously.

“If he has those which the king requires to-day,” said

Marguerite, “he will not, perhaps, possess those which the

king will demand in a month or so.”

“The king will exact money from him again, then?”

“No doubt; and that is my reason for saying that the ruin of

poor M. Fouquet is inevitable. Pride will induce him to

furnish the money, and when he has no more, he will fall.”

“It is true,” said the marquise, trembling; “the plan is a

bold one; but tell me, does M. Colbert hate M. Fouquet so

very much?”

“I think he does not like him. M. Colbert is powerful; he

improves on close acquaintance, he has gigantic ideas, a

strong will, and discretion, he will rise.”

“He will be superintendent?”

“It is probable. Such is the reason, my dear marquise, why I

felt myself impressed in favor of that poor man, who once

loved, and even adored me; and why, when I see him so

unfortunate, I forgive his infidelity which I have reason to

believe he also regrets; and why, moreover, I should not

have been disinclined to afford him some consolation, or

some good advice; he would have understood the step I had

taken, and would have thought kindly of me for it. It is

gratifying to be loved, you know. Men value love more highly

when they are no longer blinded by its influence.”

The marquise, bewildered and overcome by these cruel

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attacks, which had been calculated with the greatest nicety

and precision, hardly knew what answer to return; she even

seemed to have lost all power of thought. Her perfidious

friend’s voice had assumed the most affectionate tone; she

spoke as a woman, but concealed the instincts of a wolf.

“Well,” said Madame de Belliere, who had a vague hope that

Marguerite would cease to overwhelm a vanquished enemy, “why

do you not go and see M. Fouquet?”

“Decidedly, marquise, you have made me reflect. No, it would

be unbecoming for me to make the first advance. M. Fouquet

no doubt loves me, but he is too proud. I cannot expose

myself to an affront…. besides I have my husband to

consider. You tell me nothing? Very well, I shall consult M.

Colbert on the subject.” Marguerite rose smilingly, as

though to take leave, but the marquise had not the strength

to imitate her. Marguerite advanced a few paces, in order

that she might continue to enjoy the humiliating grief in

which her rival was plunged, and then said, suddenly, —

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