"I did not say that to humiliate you, Heaven knows, monsieur," he replied.

"Only you are addressing yourself to me in order to obtain a pardon, and I answer according to my conscience.

And so, judging by my conscience, the criminals we speak of are not worthy of consideration or forgiveness." Fouquet was silent.
"What I do is as generous," added the king, "as what you have done, for I am in your power.

I will even say it is more generous, inasmuch as you place before me certain conditions upon which my liberty, my life, may depend; and to reject which is to make a sacrifice of both." "I was wrong, certainly," replied Fouquet.

"Yes,--I had the appearance of extorting a favor; I regret it, and entreat your majesty's forgiveness." "And you are forgiven, my dear Monsieur Fouquet," said the king, with a smile, which restored the serene expression of his features, which so many circumstances had altered since the preceding evening.
"I have my own forgiveness," replied the minister, with some degree of persistence; "but M.d'Herblay, and M.du Vallon ?" "They will never obtain theirs, as long as I live," replied the inflexible king.