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But Philip would not commit himself, and Burgundy waited on Philip. As for Saint-Pol, he was nothing but a sword or two and an unquenchable grudge. And forbidding in the background stood Alois, with reproach in her sunken eyes. The end of it was that Count John, after a while, rode out towards Fontevrault with all the pomp he could muster. Thither also, it is clear, went Madame Alois.
The Serenade. The Abbey of Fontevrault. Family Council. Duchomania. A Letter to the King. The Bishop of Poitiers. The Young Vicar. Rather Give Him a Regiment. The Fete at the Convent. The Presentation. The Revolt. A Grand Example.
I took the letter, which was couched in the following terms: It is but right, madame, that on so solemn an occasion I should set an example myself. I must ask you henceforth to consider our intimacy entirely at an end. You must retire to Fontevrault, where Madame de Montemart will take care of you and afford you distraction by her charming society.
"For convalescents, greater care is required than for others; the King, and the whole of France, beseech you, with my voice, to have respect and care for the convalescence of our monarch, and I beg you, madame, to leave at once for Fontevrault." "For Fontevrault?" I cried, without betraying my emotion. "Fontevrault is near Poitiers; it is too far away.
"The aspect of Fontevrault gives an exact idea of the ancient homes of the Patriarchs, in their remote periods of early civilisation, which saw the great proprietors delighting in their natal hearth, and finding their glory, as well as their happiness, in fertilising or assisting nature. "The abbess rules like a sovereign over her companion nuns, and over the monks, her neighbours.
It was my intention to organise a brilliant fete for the Fontevrault ladies, and invite all the nobility of the neighbourhood.
Not wishing to ask a refuge of any one, but, on the contrary, being greatly set upon ruling in my own house, I resolved to build myself, not a formal convent like Val-de-Grace or Fontevrault, but a pretty little community, whose nuns, few in number, would owe me their entire existence, which would necessarily attach them to all my interests. I held to this idea.
"Sire," added the Abbess de Fontevrault, "I have three nuns in my convent who take the Holy Communion every other day, and whom my predecessor could never bring herself to absolve for some old piece of nonsense of twenty years back." "Do you think you will be able to manage them, madame?" asked the King, laughing. "I am afraid not," replied my sister.
"For convalescents, greater care is required than for others; the King, and the whole of France, beseech you, with my voice, to have respect and care for the convalescence of our monarch, and I beg you, madame, to leave at once for Fontevrault." "For Fontevrault?" I cried, without betraying my emotion. "Fontevrault is near Poitiers; it is too far away.
Such inscriptions are a bond to bind us, and if no mischance befall, these trees, as I hope, will survive me. I am, madame, etc., MAINTENON. Mademoiselle d'Amurande. The Married Nun. The Letter to the Superior. Monseigneur's Discourse. The Abduction. A Letter from the King. Beware of the Governess. We Leave Fontevrault.
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