"Mark me, Chavigni," said Richelieu, raising himself upon his elbow, "Louis is now within the distance of a few leagues. He knows that I am ill--perhaps that I am dying; and yet, by no sign of common courtesy does he show that he remembers me. But that was not the beginning. I saw that my power was gone, when he dared, in the face of all the Council, to annul the sentence I had passed on that arrogant, stiff-necked Count de Blenau, who had the hardihood to defy the utmost extent of my power." And the Minister's eyes flashed with the memory of his anger. "Had your Eminence followed my advice," replied Chavigni, "that business would never have occurred. There is that sort of gallant magnanimity about Claude de Blenau which carries all before it; and I felt assured that neither fear nor interest would ever induce him to disclose any thing intrusted to his honour. Depend upon it, Monseigneur, that it is better not to meddle with such men, when we can avoid it." "Well, well, Sir," exclaimed the Cardinal, impatiently, "without doubt you were quite right and I was quite wrong. But do not teach me to believe that you too, Chavigni, lose your respect for my person when my power is failing." "Pardon me, your Eminence," replied Chavigni, in a tone of deep feeling, "you wrong me much. Your Eminence has been more than a father to me. During the continuance of your power you have always exerted it in my favour; and whether it remains with you or not, my respect and my affection will never fail to follow you in every situation. Believe me, Monseigneur, that it is that respect and affection, which brings me here even now, to petition that you will wave your intention of----" "Chavigni, it is useless," interposed the Cardinal. "I have only the choice left, to yield it of my own free will, or to have it wrenched from my unwilling hand. Judge which is the wisest--judge which is the best." "Were that certainly the case," said Chavigni, thoughtfully. "It _is_ certainly the case," replied the Minister. "There are many, many combined against me:--singly, they are but reeds, and one by one I would break them like reeds; but united together, and with the King at their head,"--and he shook his head despairingly,--"they are far too strong either for you or me!" "But could no means be found to separate them? Bethink you, Monseigneur,--avarice, revenge, ambition, might sow the seeds of discord amongst them, and give them like sheep into our hands." "It is too late, my friend!" replied the Cardinal: "it is too late! Had I foreseen it, I might have prevented their combining. I might have crushed some, and bribed others; destroyed the powerful, and overawed the timid. But it is now too late!" "But whom does your Eminence think particularly implicated?" demanded Chavigni.