Among them there was one, however, who recognized the superintendent, and who called, "Monseigneur, ah! monseigneur.

Stop, stop, you fellows!" And he effectually checked the soldiers, who were on the point of revenging their companions.

Fouquet desired them to open the gate, but they refused to do so without the countersign; he desired them to inform the governor of his presence; but the latter had already heard the disturbance at the gate.

He ran forward, followed by his major, and accompanied by a picket of twenty men, persuaded that an attack was being made on the Bastile.

Baisemeaux also recognized Fouquet immediately, and dropped the sword he bravely had been brandishing.
"Ah! monseigneur," he stammered, "how can I excuse--" "Monsieur," said the superintendent, flushed with anger, and heated by his exertions, "I congratulate you.