You knew this, and you never told me!" "'Twas only yesterday his mother applied to me, monseigneur." "And the woman is poor!" "In the deepest misery." "Heaven," said Fouquet, "sometimes bears with such injustice on earth, that I hardly wonder there are wretches who doubt of its existence.
Stay, M.d'Herblay." And Fouquet, taking a pen, wrote a few rapid lines to his colleague Lyonne.

Aramis took the letter and made ready to go.
"Wait," said Fouquet.

He opened his drawer, and took out ten government notes which were there, each for a thousand francs.

"Stay," he said; "set the son at liberty, and give this to the mother; but, above all, do not tell her--" "What, monseigneur ?" "That she is ten thousand livres richer than I.She would say I am but a poor superintendent! Go! and I pray that God will bless those who are mindful of his poor!" "So also do I pray," replied Aramis, kissing Fouquet's hand.
And he went out quickly, carrying off the letter for Lyonne and the notes for Seldon's mother, and taking up Moliere, who was beginning to lose patience..