Part 55 (1/2)
”What is your 's eyes constantly turned towards the door, and wishi+ng to let fly a little poisoned arrow at his heart, supposing he was so anxiously expecting either La Valliere or a letter fro ht, thanks to that marvelous perspicuity of which fortune was from that ti a uished man, a most able counselor, whoood graces Ah! conan”
”What does your
”Where is monsieur the bishop of Vannes, your friend?”
”Why, sire--”
”I aht for”
D'Artagnan re that Ara, he concluded that the king wished to preserve the secret ”Sire,” replied he, ”does your ht to you?”
”Absolutely is not the word,” said Philippe; ”I do not want him so particularly as that; but if he can be found--”
”I thought so,” said D'Artagnan to himself
”Is this M d'Herblay the bishop of Vannes?”
”Yes, madame”
”A friend of M Fouquet?”
”Yes, madame; an old musketeer”
Anne of Austria blushed
”One of the four braves who fories”
The old queen repented of having wished to bite; she broke off the conversation, in order to preserve the rest of her teeth ”Whatever may be your choice, sire,” said she, ”I have no doubt it will be excellent”
All bowed in support of that sentiment
”You will find in him,” continued Philippe, ”the depth and penetration of M de Richelieu, without the avarice of M de Mazarin!”
”A priht
”I will tell you all about that, brother; but it is strange that M
d'Herblay is not here!”
He called out:
”Let M Fouquet be informed that I wish to speak to him--oh! before you, before you; do not retire!”
M de Saint-Aignan returned, bringing satisfactory news of the queen, who only kept her bed fro's wishes Whilst everybody was seeking M Fouquet and Ara quietly continued his experiments, and everybody, family, officers, servants, had not the least suspicion of his identity, his air, his voice, and 's On his side, Philippe, applying to all countenances the accurate descriptions and key-notes of character supplied by his accoive birth to a doubt in thefroe facility had Providence just reversed the loftiest fortune of the world to substitute the lowliest in its stead! Philippe adard to himself, and seconded it with all the resources of his ad like a specter gliding between hilory Arauished in the royal faot to dismiss his brother and Madarees, to lose all patience Anne of Austria stooped towards her son's ear and addressed sonorant of that language, and grew pale at this unexpected obstacle But, as if the spirit of the imperturbable Aramis had covered hi disconcerted, Philippe rose ”Well!