She praised him, she blamed him, she bewildered him.

She showed him the secret of so many secrets that, for a moment, Colbert thought he was doing business with the devil.

She proved to him that she held in her hand the Colbert of to-day, as she had held the Fouquet of yesterday; and as he asked her very simply the reason of her hatred for the surintendant: "Why do you yourself hate him ?" said she.
"Madame, in politics," replied he, "the differences of system oft bring about dissentions between men.

M.Fouquet always appeared to me to practice a system opposed to the true interests of the king." She interrupted him.--"I will say no more to you about M.Fouquet.

The journey the king is about to take to Nantes will give a good account of him.