his steward and his maitre d’hotel to overlook their accounts, that he had not seen for many years, he appointed a day to be devoted to them.  The two financiers demanded that he should close his door so as not to be interrupted; he consented with difficulty, then changed his mind, and said that if Cardinal Bonzi came he must be admitted, but that it was not likely he would come on that particular day.  Directly afterwards he sent a trusty servant to Cardinal Bonzi, entreating him to come on such and such a day, between three and four o’clock, conjuring him not to fail, and begging him above all to come as of his own accord, the reason to be explained afterwards.  On the appointed day Cardinal d’Estrees told his porter to let no one enter in the afternoon except Cardinal Bonzi, who assuredly was not likely to come, but who was not to be sent away if he did.  His people, delighted at having their master to themselves all day without interruption, arrived about three o’clock; the Cardinal quitted his family and the few friends who had that day dined with him, and passed into a cabinet where his business people laid out their papers.  He said a thousand absurdities to them upon his expenditure, of which he understood nothing, and unceasingly looked towards the window, without appearing to do so, secretly sighing for a prompt deliverance.  A little before four o’clock, a coach arrived in the court-yard; his business people, enraged with the porter, exclaimed that there will then be no more opportunity for working.  The Cardinal in delight referred to the orders he had given.  “You will see,” he added, “that it is Cardinal Bonzi, the only man I excepted, and who, of all days in the world, comes to-day.”

Immediately afterwards, the Cardinal was announced, and the intendant and maitre d’hotel were forced to make off with their papers and their table.  As soon as he was alone with Bonzi, he explained why he had requested this visit, and both laughed heartily.  Since then his business people have never caught him again, never during the rest of his life would he hear speak of them.

He must have had honest people about him; for every day his table was magnificent, and filled at Paris and at the Court with the best company.  His equipages were so, also; he had numberless domestics, many gentlemen, chaplains, and secretaries.  He gave freely to the poor, and to his brother the Marechal and his children (who were not well off), and yet died without owing a crown to a living soul.

His death, for which he had been long prepared, was fine-edifying and very Christian-like.  He was universally regretted.  A joke of his with the King is still remembered.  One day, at dinner, where he always paid much attention to the Cardinal, the King complained of the inconvenience he felt in no longer having teeth.

“Teeth, sire!” replied the Cardinal; “why, who has any teeth?”

The joke is that the Cardinal, though old, still had very white and very beautiful teeth, and that his mouth, large, but agreeable, was so shaped that it showed them plainly in speaking.  Therefore the King burst out laughing at this reply, and all present also, including the Cardinal, who was not in the slightest degree embarrassed.  I might go on forever telling about him, but enough, perhaps, has been already said.