Mazarin, according to his custom, was thinking much and saying little.
“Ho! ho!” said he, “good advice, advice of a friend. I, too, would give up that good Monsieur Broussel, dead or alive, and all would be at an end.”
“If you yield him dead, all will indeed be at an end, my lord, but quite otherwise than you mean.”
“Did I say ‘dead or alive?
’“ replied Mazarin. “It was only a way of speaking. You know I am not familiar with the French language, which you, monsieur le coadjuteur, both speak and write so well.”
(“This is a council of state,” D’Artagnan remarked to Porthos; “but we