When they see me, when they behold the banner of France, they will rally round me, for they will comprehend that I have your support.
The colors of the French uniform will be worth as much to me as the million M.de Mazarin refuses us,'-- for he was pretty well assured I should refuse him that million.--'I shall conquer with these five hundred gentlemen, sire, and all the honor will be yours.' Now, that is what he said, or to that purpose, was it not ?--turning those plain words into brilliant metaphors and pompous images, for they are fine talkers in that family! The father talked even on the scaffold." The perspiration of shame stood upon the brow of Louis.

He felt that it was inconsistent with his dignity to hear his brother thus insulted, but he did not yet know how to act with him to whom every one yielded, even his mother.

At last he made an effort.
"But," said he, "my lord cardinal, it is not five hundred men, it is only two hundred." "Well, but you see I guessed what he wanted." "I never denied that you had a penetrating eye, and that was why I thought you would not refuse my brother Charles a thing so simple and so easy to grant him as what I ask of you in his name, my lord cardinal, or rather in my own." "Sire," said Mazarin, "I have studied policy thirty years; first, under the auspices of M.le Cardinal de Richelieu; and then alone.

This policy has not always been over-honest, it must be allowed, but it has never been unskillful.

Now that which is proposed to your majesty is dishonest and unskillful at the same time." "Dishonest, monsieur!" "Sire, you entered into a treaty with Cromwell." "Yes, and in that very treaty Cromwell signed his name above mine." "Why did you sign yours so low down, sire?
Cromwell found a good place, and he took it; that was his custom.