“Comte de la Fere!” the man cried out; “Chevalier d’Herblay! How does it happen that you are in Paris?”
“Rochefort!” cried the two friends.
“Yes! we arrived four or five days ago from the Vendomois, as you know, and we are going to give Mazarin something to do.
You are still with us, I presume?”
“More than ever. And the duke?”
“Furious against the cardinal. You know his success — our dear duke? He is really king of Paris; he can’t go out without being mobbed by his admirers.”
“Ah! so much the better! Can we have the honor of seeing his highness?”