Fouquet, I was observing, the minister of the reigning sovereign, was suddenly taken into the greatest aversion, and menaced with the ruin of his fortune, loss of liberty, loss of life even, by intrigue and personal hatred, to which the king gave too readily an attentive ear.
But Heaven permits (still, however, out of consideration for the unhappy prince who had been sacrificed) that M.Fouquet should in his turn have a devoted friend who knew this state secret, and felt that he possessed strength and courage enough to divulge this secret, after having had the strength to carry it locked up in his own heart for twenty years.
"Go no farther," said Fouquet, full of generous feelings.

"I understand you, and can guess everything now.

You went to see the king when the intelligence of my arrest reached you; you implored him, he refused to listen to you; then you threatened him with that secret, threatened to reveal it, and Louis XIV., alarmed at the risk of its betrayal, granted to the terror of your indiscretion what he refused to your generous intercession.

I understand, I understand; you have the king in your power; I understand." "You understand _nothing_--as yet," replied Aramis, "and again you interrupt me.

Then, too, allow me to observe that you pay no attention to logical reasoning, and seem to forget what you ought most to remember." "What do you mean ?" "You know upon what I laid the greatest stress at the beginning of our conversation ?" "Yes, his majesty's hate, invincible hate for me; yes, but what feeling of hate could resist the threat of such a revelation ?" "Such a revelation, do you say?
that is the very point where your logic fails you.