第299章
- Ten Years Later
- Alexandre Dumas
- 1006字
- 2016-03-02 16:32:37
Well, go on, monsieur, the money the king has required you to supply ---- ""You understand, marquise, that I have been obliged to procure it, then to get it counted, afterwards registered --altogether a long affair.Since Monsieur de Mazarin's death, financial affairs occasion some little fatigue and embarrassment.My administration is somewhat overtaxed, and this is the reason why I have not slept during the past night.""So that you have the amount?" inquired the marquise, with some anxiety.
"It would indeed be strange, marquise," replied Fouquet, cheerfully, "if a superintendent of finances were not to have a paltry four millions in his coffers.""Yes, yes, I believe you either have, or will have them.""What do you mean by saying I shall have them?""It is not very long since you were required to furnish two millions.""On the contrary, to me it seems almost an age; but do not let us talk of money matters any longer.""On the contrary, we will continue to speak of them, for that is my only reason for coming to see you.""I am at a loss to compass your meaning," said the superintendent, whose eyes began to express an anxious curiosity.
"Tell me, monsieur, is the office of superintendent a permanent position?""You surprise me, marchioness, for you speak as if you had some motive or interest in putting the question.""My reason is simple enough; I am desirous of placing some money in your hands, and naturally I wish to know if you are certain of your post.""Really, marquise, I am at a loss what to reply; I cannot conceive your meaning.""Seriously, then, dear M.Fouquet, funds which somewhat embarrass me.I am tired of investing my money in land, and am anxious to intrust it to some friend who will turn it to account.""Surely it does not press," said M.Fouquet.
"On the contrary, it is very pressing."
"Very well, we will talk of that by and by.""By and by will not do, for my money is there," returned the marquise, pointing out the coffer to the superintendent, and showing him, as she opened it, the bundles of notes and heaps of gold.Fouquet, who had risen from his seat at the same moment as Madame de Belliere, remained for a moment plunged in thought; then suddenly starting back, he turned pale, and sank down in his chair, concealing his face in his hands."Madame, madame," he murmured, "what opinion can you have of me, when you make me such an offer?""Of you!" returned the marquise."Tell me, rather, what you yourself think of the step I have taken.""You bring me this money for myself, and you bring it because you know me to be embarrassed.Nay, do not deny it, for I am sure of it.Can I not read your heart?""If you know my heart, then, can you not see that it is my heart I offer you?""I have guessed rightly, then," exclaimed Fouquet."In truth, madame, I have never yet given you the right to insult me in this manner.""Insult you," she said, turning pale, "what singular delicacy of feeling! You tell me you love me; in the name of that affection you wish me to sacrifice my reputation and my honor, yet, when I offer you money which is my own, you refuse me.""Madame, you are at liberty to preserve what you term your reputation and your honor.Permit me to preserve mine.Leave me to my ruin, leave me to sink beneath the weight of the hatreds which surround me, beneath the faults I have committed, beneath the load even, of my remorse, but, for Heaven's sake, madame, do not overwhelm me with this last infliction.""A short time since, M.Fouquet, you were wanting in judgment; now you are wanting in feeling."Fouquet pressed his clenched hand upon his breast, heaving with emotion, saying: "Overwhelm me, madame for I have nothing to reply.""I offered you my friendship, M.Fouquet.""Yes, madame, and you limited yourself to that.""And what I am now doing is the act of a friend.""No doubt it is."
"And you reject this mark of my friendship?""I do reject it."
"Monsieur Fouquet, look at me," said the marquise, with glistening eyes, "I now offer you my love.""Oh, madame," exclaimed Fouquet.
"I have loved you for a long while past; women, like men, have a false delicacy at times.For a long time past I have loved you, but would not confess it.Well, then, you have implored this love on your knees, and I have refused you; Iwas blind, as you were a little while since; but as it was my love that you sought, it is my love I now offer you.""Oh! madame, you overwhelm me beneath a load of happiness.""Will you be happy, then, if I am yours -- entirely?""It will be the supremest happiness for me.""Take me, then.If, however, for your sake I sacrifice a prejudice, do you, for mine, sacrifice a scruple.""Do not tempt me."
"Do not refuse me."
"Think seriously of what you are proposing.""Fouquet, but one word.Let it be `No,' and I open this door," and she pointed to the door which led into the streets, "and you will never see me again.Let that word be `Yes,' and I am yours entirely.""Elsie! Elsie! But this coffer?"
"Contains my dowry."
"It is your ruin," exclaimed Fouquet, turning over the gold and papers; "there must be a million here.""Yes, my jewels, for which I care no longer if you do not love me, and for which, equally, I care no longer if you love me as I love you.""This is too much," exclaimed Fouquet."I yield, I yield, even were it only to consecrate so much devotion.I accept the dowry.""And take the woman with it." said the: marquise, throwing herself into his arms.