It was Richelieu alone, who, lying in feverish restlessness, caught the sound of approaching steps; and there was a sort of intensity in the glance which he fixed on the door communicating with the anteroom, which seemed to say that his judgment of the visitor's purpose was not very favourable. However that might be, whether from the recklessness of illness, or from the torpor of one who regards the future as a blank, he took no farther notice of the sound he heard, than by fixing his eyes sternly on the door. But the next moment, as the light fell strongly on the face of his friend, the countenance of Richelieu brightened with a smile; and perceiving that Chavigni, who did not see he was awake, approached silently towards the attendant to rouse him, the Cardinal pronounced his name in an under-tone, and beckoned him towards his bedside. "It is grateful," said Richelieu, as the Statesman drew near, "to find that even declining fortunes cannot alienate some hearts. You have seen Mazarin, I suppose." Chavigni was about to answer, but the sound of the Cardinal's voice had awakened the attendant, who was now gazing about in no small alarm, on perceiving a stranger standing by the Minister's bedside. Richelieu, however, without showing any anger at his negligence, calmly commanded him to leave them; and as soon as they were alone, Chavigni proceeded. "I have seen Cardinal Mazarin, my Lord, and from him I have learned a piece of news which grieves me most deeply. I cannot believe that illness can have so far depressed the spirits of your Eminence, as to make you entertain the thought of casting from you all those high honours, which you have so long enjoyed, and of leaving France, in a moment of her greatest peril, to be governed by the hands of the weak and the designing." "It is not illness, Chavigni," replied the Cardinal, with a melancholy shake of the head. "No! but my day is over. The power has passed from my hands, and it only remains for me to yield the name of it, before that too is taken from me by my enemies." "Pardon me, your Eminence," said Chavigni; "but indeed the power is not gone from you. Under whose orders are our armies fighting? Under whose command is every city and fortress in France? Is it the character of a great man--is it the character of a brave man, to yield all without a struggle?--to cast away the sword he has so long wielded, and to give himself bound into the hands of his adversaries?"