"Fly!" "I will remain," said Fouquet.

"And, besides, does not everything serve me ?" "You have Belle-Isle," cried the Abbe Fouquet.
"And I am naturally going there, when going to Nantes," replied the superintendent.

"Patience, then, patience!" "Before arriving at Nantes, what a distance!" said Madame Fouquet.
"Yes, I know that well," replied Fouquet.

"But what is to be done there?
The king summons me to the States.

I know well it is for the purpose of ruining me; but to refuse to go would be to evince uneasiness." "Well, I have discovered the means of reconciling everything," cried Pelisson.