"I promised the trades-people to pay their bills the following day to that on which the ballet should take place."
"Very well, Monsieur Colbert, pay them, since you have promised to do so."
"Certainly, sire; but I must have money to do that."
"What! have not the four millions, which Monsieur Fouquet promised, been sent? I had forgotten to ask you about it."
"Sire, they were sent at the hour promised."
"Well?"
"Well, sire, the colored lamps, the fireworks, the musicians, and the cooks, have swallowed up four millions in eight days."
"Entirely?"
"To the last penny. Every time your majesty directed the banks of the grand canal to be illuminated, as much oil was consumed as there was water in the basins."
"Well, well. Monsieur Colbert; the fact is, then, you have no more money?"
"I have no more, sire, but Monsieur Fouquet has," Colbert replied, his face darkening with a sinister expression of pleasure.
"What do you mean?" inquired Louis.
"We have already made Monsieur Fouquet advance six millions. He has given them with too much grace not to have others still to give, if they are required, which is the case at the present moment. It is necessary, therefore, that he should comply."
The king frowned.
"Monsieur Colbert," said he, accentuating the financier's name, "that is not the way I understood the matter; I do not wish to make use, against any of my servants, of a means of pressure which may oppress him and fetter his services. In eight days Monsieur Fouquet has furnished six millions; that is a good sum."
Colbert turned pale.
"And yet," he said, "your majesty did not use this language some time ago, when the news about Belle-Isle arrived, for instance."
"You are right. Monsieur Colbert."
"Nothing, however, has changed since then; on the contrary, indeed."
"In my thoughts, monsieur, everything is changed,"
"Does your majesty, then, no longer believe the attempts?"
