I am glad he will see Belle-Isle, he is so good a judge of fortifications." D'Artagnan bowed, without at all comprehending what was going on.
Fouquet bowed again and left the apartment, affecting all the slowness of a man who walks with difficulty.

When once out of the castle, "I am saved!" said he.

"Oh! yes, disloyal king, you shall see Belle-Isle, but it shall be when I am no longer there." He disappeared, leaving D'Artagnan with the king.
"Captain," said the king, "you will follow M.Fouquet at the distance of a hundred paces." "Yes, sire." "He is going to his lodgings again.

You will go with him." "Yes, sire." "You will arrest him in my name, and will shut him up in a carriage." "In a carriage.

Well, sire ?" "In such a fashion that he may not, on the road, either converse with any one or throw notes to people he may meet." "That will be rather difficult, sire." "Not at all." "Pardon me, sire, I cannot stifle M.Fouquet, and if he asks for liberty to breathe, I cannot prevent him by closing both the windows and the blinds.