“If I wish to leave?”
“That would be much more difficult.”
“Your eminence might be recognized.”
“Even under this disguise?” asked Mazarin, raising a cloak which covered an arm-chair, upon which lay a complete dress for an officer, of pearl-gray and red, entirely embroidered with silver.
“If your eminence is disguised it will be almost easy.”
“Ah!” said Mazarin, breathing more freely.
“But it will be necessary for your eminence to do what the other day you declared you should have done in our place — cry, ‘Down with Mazarin!