But let that pass." And the lieutenant snapped his fingers in disdain.
"This miserable Italian--this poor creature--this sordid wretch--who has just refused the king of England a million, would not perhaps give me a thousand pistoles for the news I would carry him.

_Mordioux!_ I am falling into second childhood--I am becoming stupid indeed! The idea of Mazarin giving anything! ha! ha! ha!" and he laughed in a subdued voice.
"Well, let us go to sleep--let us go to sleep; and the sooner the better.

My mind is wearied with my evening's work, and will see things to-morrow more clearly than to-day." And upon this recommendation, made to himself, he folded his cloak around him, looking with contempt upon his royal neighbor.

Five minutes after this he was asleep, with his hands clenched and his lips apart, giving escape, not to his secret, but to a sonorous sound, which rose and spread freely beneath the majestic roof of the ante-chamber..