How could Fouquet suppose that a poor bishop, ex-abbe, ex-musketeer, could find any?
"Why doubt me ?" said Aramis.

Fouquet smiled and shook his head.
"Man of little faith!" added the bishop.
"My dear M.d'Herblay," answered Fouquet, "if I fall--" "Well; if you 'fall' ?" "I shall, at least, fall from such a height, that I shall shatter myself in falling." Then giving himself a shake, as though to escape from himself, "Whence came you," said he, "my friend ?" "From Paris--from Percerin." "And what have you been doing at Percerin's, for I suppose you attach no great importance to our poets' dresses ?" "No; I went to prepare a surprise." "Surprise ?" "Yes; which you are going to give to the king." "And will it cost much ?" "Oh! a hundred pistoles you will give Lebrun." "A painting ?--Ah! all the better! And what is this painting to represent ?" "I will tell you; then at the same time, whatever you may say or think of it, I went to see the dresses for our poets." "Bah! and they will be rich and elegant ?" "Splendid! There will be few great monseigneurs with so good.

People will see the difference there is between the courtiers of wealth and those of friendship." "Ever generous and grateful, dear prelate." "In your school." Fouquet grasped his hand.

"And where are you going ?" he said.
"I am off to Paris, when you shall have given a certain letter." "For whom ?" "M.

de Lyonne." "And what do you want with Lyonne ?" "I wish to make him sign a _lettre de cachet_." "'_Lettre de cachet!_' Do you desire to put somebody in the Bastile ?" "On the contrary--to let somebody out." "And who ?" "A poor devil--a youth, a lad who has been Bastiled these ten years, for two Latin verses he made against the Jesuits." "'Two Latin verses!' and, for 'two Latin verses,' the miserable being has been in prison for ten years!" "Yes!" "And has committed no other crime ?" "Beyond this, he is as innocent as you or I." "On your word ?" "On my honor!" "And his name is--" "Seldon." "Yes .-- But it is too bad.