Upon seeing this, Fouquet felt himself threatened closely, and in a prophetic voice--"Well, Gourville," said he, whisperingly, "what did I say at our last repast, at my house?
Am I going, or not, to my ruin ?" "Oh! monseigneur!" "These two boats, which follow each other with so much emulation, as if we were disputing, M.Colbert and I, a prize for swiftness on the Loire, do they not aptly represent our fortunes; and do you not believe, Gourville, that one of the two will be wrecked at Nantes ?" "At least," objected Gourville, "there is still uncertainty; you are about to appear at the States; you are about to show what sort of man you are; your eloquence and genius for business are the buckler and sword that will serve to defend you, if not to conquer with.

The Bretons do not know you; and when they become acquainted with you your cause is won! Oh! let M.Colbert look to it well, for his lighter is as much exposed as yours to being upset.

Both go quickly, his faster than yours, it is true; we shall see which will be wrecked first." Fouquet, taking Gourville's hand--"My friend," said he, "everything considered, remember the proverb, 'First come, first served!' Well! M.
Colbert takes care not to pass me.

He is a prudent man is M.Colbert." He was right; the two lighters held their course as far as Nantes, watching each other.

When the surintendant landed, Gourville hoped he should be able to seek refuge at once, and have the relays prepared.
But, at the landing, the second lighter joined the first, and Colbert, approaching Fouquet, saluted him on the quay with marks of the profoundest respect--marks so significant, so public, that their result was the bringing of the whole population upon La Fosse.