“Most certainly.”
“It is M.
l’Abbe d’Herblay, Eveque de Vannes.”
“Your friend?”
“He was my friend, sire,” replied Fouquet, nobly.
“An unfortunate circumstance for you,” said the king, in a less generous tone of voice.
“Such friendships, sire, had nothing dishonorable in them so long as I was ignorant of the crime.”
“You should have foreseen it.”
“If I am guilty, I place myself in your majesty’s hands.”
“Ah! Monsieur Fouquet, it was not that I meant,”