<h2><SPAN name="link2HCH0042" id="link2HCH0042"></SPAN> Chapter XLII. The Skin of the Bear.</h2>
<p>Colbert handed the duchesse the letter, and gently drew aside the chair behind
which she was standing; Madame de Chevreuse, with a very slight bow,
immediately left the room. Colbert, who had recognized Mazarin’s
handwriting, and had counted the letters, rang to summon his secretary, whom he
enjoined to go in immediate search of M. Vanel, a counselor of the parliament.
The secretary replied that, according to his usual practice, M. Vanel had just
that moment entered the house, in order to give the intendant an account of the
principal details of the business which had been transacted during the day in
parliament. Colbert approached one of the lamps, read the letters of the
deceased cardinal over again, smiled repeatedly as he recognized the great
value of the papers Madame de Chevreuse had just delivered—and burying
his head in his hands for a few minutes, reflected profoundly. In the meantime,
a tall, loosely-made man entered the room; his spare, thin face, steady look,
and hooked nose, as he entered Colbert’s cabinet, with a modest assurance
of manner, revealed a character at once supple and decided,—supple
towards the master who could throw him the prey, firm towards the dogs who
might possibly be disposed to dispute its possession. M. Vanel carried a
voluminous bundle of papers under his arm, and placed it on the desk on which
Colbert was leaning both his elbows, as he supported his head.</p>
<p>“Good day, M. Vanel,” said the latter, rousing himself from his
meditation.</p>
<p>“Good day, monseigneur,” said Vanel, naturally.</p>
<p>“You should say monsieur, and not monseigneur,” replied Colbert,
gently.</p>
<p>“We give the title of monseigneur to ministers,” returned Vanel,
with extreme self-possession, “and you are a minister.”</p>
<p>“Not yet.”</p>
<p>“You are so in point of fact, and I call you monseigneur accordingly;
besides you are seigneur for <i>me</i>, and that is sufficient; if you dislike
my calling you monseigneur before others, allow me, at least, to call you so in
private.”</p>
<p>Colbert raised his head as if to read, or try to read, upon Vanel’s face
how much or how little sincerity entered into this protestation of devotion.
But the counselor knew perfectly well how to sustain the weight of such a look,
even backed with the full authority of the title he had conferred. Colbert
sighed; he could not read anything in Vanel’s face, and Vanel might
possibly be honest in his professions, but Colbert recollected that this man,
inferior to himself in every other respect, was actually his master in virtue
of the fact of his having a wife. As he was pitying this man’s lot, Vanel
coldly drew from his pocket a perfumed letter, sealed with Spanish wax, and
held it towards Colbert, saying, “A letter from my wife,
monseigneur.”</p>
<p>Colbert coughed, took, opened and read the letter, and then put it carefully
away in his pocket, while Vanel turned over the leaves of the papers he had
brought with him with an unmoved and unconcerned air. “Vanel,” he
said suddenly to his <i>protege</i>, “you are a hard-working man, I know;
would twelve hours’ daily labor frighten you?”</p>
<p>“I work fifteen hours every day.”</p>
<p>“Impossible. A counselor need not work more than three hours a day in
parliament.”</p>
<p>“Oh! I am working up some returns for a friend of mine in the department
of accounts, and, as I still have spare time on my hands, I am studying
Hebrew.”</p>
<p>“Your reputation stands high in the parliament, Vanel.”</p>
<p>“I believe so, monseigneur.”</p>
<p>“You must not grow rusty in your post of counselor.”</p>
<p>“What must I do to avoid it?”</p>
<p>“Purchase a high place. Mean and low ambitions are very difficult to
satisfy.”</p>
<p>“Small purses are the most difficult ones to fill, monseigneur.”</p>
<p>“What post have you in view?” said Colbert.</p>
<p>“I see none—not one.”</p>
<p>“There is one, certainly, but one need be almost the king himself to be
able to buy it without inconvenience; and the king will not be inclined, I
suppose, to purchase the post of procureur-general.”</p>
<p>At these words, Vanel fixed his peculiar, humble, dull look upon Colbert, who
could hardly tell whether Vanel comprehended him or not. “Why do you
speak to me, monseigneur,” said Vanel, “of the post of
procureur-general to the parliament; I know no other post than the one M.
Fouquet fills.”</p>
<p>“Exactly so, my dear counselor.”</p>
<p>“You are not over fastidious, monseigneur; but before the post can be
bought, it must be offered for sale.”</p>
<p>“I believe, Monsieur Vanel, that it will be for sale before long.”</p>
<p>“For sale! What! M. Fouquet’s post of procureur-general?”</p>
<p>“So it is <i>said</i>.”</p>
<p>“The post which renders him so perfectly invincible, for sale! Ha,
ha!” said Vanel, beginning to laugh.</p>
<p>“Would you be afraid, then, of the post?” said Colbert, gravely.</p>
<p>“Afraid! no; but—”</p>
<p>“Are you desirous of obtaining it?”</p>
<p>“You are laughing at me, monseigneur,” replied Vanel. “Is it
likely that a counselor of the parliament would not be desirous of becoming
procureur-general?”</p>
<p>“Well, Monsieur Vanel, since I tell you that the post, as report goes,
will be shortly for sale—”</p>
<p>“I cannot help repeating, monseigneur, that it is impossible; a man never
throws away the buckler, behind which he maintains his honor, his fortune, his
very life.”</p>
<p>“There are certain men mad enough, Vanel, to fancy themselves out of the
reach of all mischances.”</p>
<p>“Yes, monseigneur; but such men never commit their mad acts for the
advantage of the poor Vanels of the world.”</p>
<p>“Why not?”</p>
<p>“For the very reason that those Vanels are poor.”</p>
<p>“It is true that M. Fouquet’s post might cost a good round sum.
What would you bid for it, Monsieur Vanel?”</p>
<p>“Everything I am worth.”</p>
<p>“Which means?”</p>
<p>“Three or four hundred thousand francs.”</p>
<p>“And the post is worth—”</p>
<p>“A million and a half, at the very lowest. I know persons who have
offered one million seven hundred thousand francs, without being able to
persuade M. Fouquet to sell. Besides, supposing it were to happen that M.
Fouquet wished to sell, which I do not believe, in spite of what I have been
told—”</p>
<p>“Ah! you have heard something about it, then; who told you?”</p>
<p>“M. de Gourville, M. Pelisson, and others.”</p>
<p>“Very good; if, therefore, M. Fouquet did wish to sell—”</p>
<p>“I could not buy it just yet, since the superintendent will only sell for
ready money, and no one has a million and a half to put down at once.”</p>
<p>Colbert suddenly interrupted the counselor by an imperious gesture; he had
begun to meditate. Observing his superior’s serious attitude, and his
perseverance in continuing the conversation on this subject, Vanel awaited the
solution without venturing to precipitate it.</p>
<p>“Explain to me the privileges which this post confers.”</p>
<p>“The right of impeaching every French subject who is not a prince of the
blood; the right of quashing all proceedings taken against any Frenchman, who
is neither king nor prince. The procureur-general is the king’s right
hand to punish the guilty; the office is the means whereby also he can evade
the administration of justice. M. Fouquet, therefore, would be able, by
stirring up parliament, to maintain himself even against the king; and the king
could as easily, by humoring M. Fouquet, get his edicts registered in spite of
every opposition and objection. The procureur-general can be made a very useful
or a very dangerous instrument.”</p>
<p>“Vanel, would you like to be procureur-general?” said Colbert,
suddenly, softening both his look and his voice.</p>
<p>“I!” exclaimed the latter; “I have already had the honor to
represent to you that I want about eleven hundred thousand francs to make up
the amount.”</p>
<p>“Borrow that sum from your friends.”</p>
<p>“I have no friends richer than myself.”</p>
<p>“You are an honest and honorable man, Vanel.”</p>
<p>“Ah! monseigneur, if the world would only think as you do!”</p>
<p>“I think so, and that is quite enough; and if it should be needed, I will
be your security.”</p>
<p>“Do not forget the proverb, monseigneur.”</p>
<p>“What is it?”</p>
<p>“That he who becomes responsible for another has to pay for his
fancy.”</p>
<p>“Let that make no difference.”</p>
<p>Vanel rose, bewildered by this offer which had been so suddenly and
unexpectedly made to him. “You are not trifling with me,
monseigneur?” he said.</p>
<p>“Stay; you say that M. Gourville has spoken to you about M.
Fouquet’s post?”</p>
<p>“Yes; and M. Pelisson, also.”</p>
<p>“Officially so, or only through their own suggestion?”</p>
<p>“These were their very words: ‘The parliament members are as proud
as they are wealthy; they ought to club together two or three millions among
themselves, to present to their protector and leader, M. Fouquet.’”</p>
<p>“And what did you reply?”</p>
<p>“I said that, for my own part, I would give ten thousand francs if
necessary.”</p>
<p>“Ah! you like M. Fouquet, then!” exclaimed Colbert, with a look of
hatred.</p>
<p>“No; but M. Fouquet is our chief. He is in debt—is on the high road
to ruin; and we ought to save the honor of the body of which we are
members.”</p>
<p>“Exactly; and that explains why M. Fouquet will be always safe and sound,
so long as he occupies his present post,” replied Colbert.</p>
<p>“Thereupon,” said Vanel, “M. Gourville added, ‘If we
were to do anything out of charity to M. Fouquet, it could not be otherwise
than most humiliating to him; and he would be sure to refuse it. Let the
parliament subscribe among themselves to purchase, in a proper manner, the post
of procureur-general; in that case, all would go well; the honor of our body
would be saved, and M. Fouquet’s pride spared.’”</p>
<p>“That is an opening.”</p>
<p>“I considered it so, monseigneur.”</p>
<p>“Well, Monsieur Vanel, you will go at once, and find out either M.
Gourville or M. Pelisson. Do you know any other friend of M. Fouquet?”</p>
<p>“I know M. de la Fontaine very well.”</p>
<p>“La Fontaine, the rhymester?”</p>
<p>“Yes; he used to write verses to my wife, when M. Fouquet was one of our
friends.”</p>
<p>“Go to him, then, and try and procure an interview with the
superintendent.”</p>
<p>“Willingly—but the sum itself?”</p>
<p>“On the day and hour you arrange to settle the matter, Monsieur Vanel,
you shall be supplied with the money, so do not make yourself uneasy on
<i>that</i> account.”</p>
<p>“Monseigneur, such munificence! You eclipse kings even—you surpass
M. Fouquet himself.”</p>
<p>“Stay a moment—do not let us mistake each other: I do not make you
a present of fourteen hundred thousand francs, Monsieur Vanel; for I have
children to provide for—but I will <i>lend</i> you that sum.”</p>
<p>“Ask whatever interest, whatever security you please, monseigneur; I am
quite ready. And when all your requisitions are satisfied, I will still repeat,
that you surpass kings and M. Fouquet in munificence. What conditions do you
impose?”</p>
<p>“The repayment in eight years, and a mortgage upon the appointment
itself.”</p>
<p>“Certainly. Is that all?”</p>
<p>“Wait a moment. I reserve to myself the right of purchasing the post from
you at one hundred and fifty thousand francs profit for yourself, if, in your
mode of filling the office, you do not follow out a line of conduct in
conformity with the interests of the king and with my projects.”</p>
<p>“Ah-h!” said Vanel, in an altered tone.</p>
<p>“Is there anything in that which can possibly be objectionable to you,
Monsieur Vanel?” said Colbert, coldly.</p>
<p>“Oh! no, no,” replied Vanel, nervously.</p>
<p>“Very good. We will sign an agreement to that effect whenever you like.
And now go as quickly as you can to M. Fouquet’s friend, obtain an
interview with the superintendent; do not be too difficult in making whatever
concessions may be required of you; and when once the arrangements are all
made—”</p>
<p>“I will press him to sign.”</p>
<p>“Be most careful to do nothing of the kind; do not speak of signatures
with M. Fouquet, nor of deeds, nor even ask him to pass his word. Understand
this: otherwise you will lose everything. All you have to do is to get M.
Fouquet to give you his hand on the matter. Go, go.”</p>
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