“for a man must either be very imprudent, or a fool, to undertake engagements which he cannot keep; and I, at least, have always regarded a thing agreed on as a thing actually carried out.”
Fouquet colored, while Aramis uttered a “Hum!” of impatience.
“You would be wrong to exaggerate such notions as those, monsieur,” said the superintendent; “for a man’s mind is variable, and full of these very excusable caprices, which are, however, sometimes estimable enough; and a man may have wished for something yesterday of which he repents to-day.”
Vanel felt a cold sweat trickle down his face.
“Monseigneur!” he muttered.