"Has he a suspicion of anything ?" murmured he.
"If his first word is severe," again thought Fouquet; "if he becomes angry, or feigns to be angry for the sake of a pretext, how shall I extricate myself?
Let us smooth the declivity a little.

Gourville was right." "Sire," said he, suddenly, "since the goodness of the king watches over my health to the point of dispensing with my labor, may I not be allowed to be absent from the council of to-morrow?
I could pass the day in bed, and will entreat the king to grant me his physician, that we may endeavor to find a remedy against this fearful fever." "So be it, Monsieur Fouquet, it shall be as you desire; you shall have a holiday to-morrow, you shall have the physician, and shall be restored to health." "Thanks!" said Fouquet, bowing.

Then, opening his game: "Shall I not have the happiness of conducting your majesty to my residence of Belle-Isle ?" And he looked Louis full in the face, to judge of the effect of such a proposal.

The king blushed again.
"Do you know," replied he, endeavoring to smile, "that you have just said, 'My residence of Belle-Isle' ?" "Yes, sire." "Well! do you not remember," continued the king in the same cheerful tone, "that you gave me Belle-Isle ?" "That is true again, sire.

Only, as you have not taken it, you will doubtless come with me and take possession of it." "I mean to do so." "That was, besides, your majesty's intention as well as mine; and I cannot express to your majesty how happy and proud I have been to see all the king's regiments from Paris to help take possession." The king stammered out that he did not bring the musketeers for that alone.
"Oh, I am convinced of that," said Fouquet, warmly; "your majesty knows very well that you have nothing to do but to come alone with a cane in your hand, to bring to the ground all the fortifications of Belle-Isle." "_Peste!_" cried the king; "I do not wish those fine fortifications, which cost so much to build, to fall at all.