He was evidently busy with some uneasy thought.

This uneasiness struck the king.

"Are you angry at having to rest yourself, M.Fouquet ?" said he.
"Yes, sire, I am not accustomed to take rest." "But you are ill; you must take care of yourself." "Your majesty spoke just now of a speech to be pronounced to-morrow." His majesty made no reply; this unexpected stroke embarrassed him.
Fouquet felt the weight of this hesitation.

He thought he could read danger in the eyes of the young prince, which fear would but precipitate.

"If I appear frightened, I am lost," thought he.
The king, on his part, was only uneasy at the alarm of Fouquet.