Fear nothing; have faith in me, and doubt nothing." "The fact is, I cannot but doubt, because I do not see clearly, or at all even." "That is because of your blindness: but a day will come when you will be enlightened." "Oh," said Fouquet, "how willingly would I believe!" "You without belief! You who, through my means, have ten times crossed the abyss yawning at your feet, and in which, had you been alone, you would have been irretrievably swallowed up! You without belief! you who, from procureur-general, attained the rank of intendant, from the rank of intendant that of first minister of the crown, and who, from the rank of first minister, will pass to that of mayor of the palace! But no," he said, with the same unaltered smile, "no, no, you cannot see, and consequently cannot believe that." And Aramis rose to withdraw.
"One word more," said Fouquet.

"You have never yet spoken to me in this manner, you have never yet shown yourself so confident--I should rather say so daring." "Because it is necessary, in order to speak confidently, to have the lips unfettered." "And that is now your case ?" "Yes." "Since a very short time, then ?" "Since yesterday only." "Oh, Monsieur d'Herblay, take care; your confidence is becoming audacity." "One can well be audacious when one is powerful." "And you are powerful ?" "I have already offered you ten millions: I offer them again to you." Fouquet rose, much agitated and disturbed.
"Come," he said, "come; you spoke of overthrowing kings and replacing them by others.

If, indeed, I am not really out of my senses, is or is not that what you said just now ?" "You are by no means out of your senses, for it is perfectly true I did say all that just now." "And why did you say so ?" "Because it is easy to speak in this manner of thrones being cast down, and kings being raised up, when one is, one's self, far above all king's and thrones, of this world at least." "Your power is infinite, then ?" cried Fouquet.
"I have told you so already, and I repeat it," replied Aramis, with glistening eyes and trembling lips.
Fouquet threw himself back in his chair and buried his face in his hands.

Aramis looked at him for a moment, as the angel of human destinies might have looked upon a simple mortal being.
"Adieu," he said to him, "sleep undisturbed, and send your letter to La Valliere.

To-morrow we shall see each other again." "Yes, to-morrow," said Fouquet, shaking his hand like a man returning to his senses.