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Updated: June 14, 2025
Here, as in so many other cases, it was the Congregation of the Ladies of Charity, founded by Vincent in Paris, that came nobly to his rescue. There was Madame de Maignelais, sister of M. de Gondi, who, left a widow at the age of twenty, devoted herself and her enormous fortune to alms and good works.
They, therefore, returned slowly to the platform, talking by the way, to rejoin De Thou and the Abbe de Gondi, whom they found laughing with the young light-horsemen. "We have Religion and justice with us, gentlemen; we could not fail to triumph." "No doubt, for they fought as hard as we."
He looked closely at every one in order to recognize his friends, and at last stopped before a young man, very tall and dressed in black from head to foot; his sword, even, was of quite dark, bronzed steel. He was talking with a captain of the guards, when the Abbe de Gondi took him aside.
"One seems to be the scabbard, the other the blade," whispered Albert de Gondi in her ear. "Well, gentlemen," said Catherine at last, unable to restrain a smile, "has your master given you permission to unite in a public conference, at which you will be converted by the arguments of the Fathers of the Church who are the glory of our State?" "We have no master but the Lord," said Chaudieu.
"We can see his movements better now," said Gondi, in a whisper to Montresor. "Stand up; what is he doing?" "He has stopped, and is speaking on our side, saluting us; I think he has recognized us." Every house, window, wall, roof, and raised platform that looked upon the place was filled with persons of every age and condition. The most profound silence prevailed throughout the immense multitude.
"You have spoiled all, my dear Abbe, with this mob," said Fontrailles, stamping his foot, to Gondi, who was already sufficiently nonplussed; "your good uncle has fine parishioners!" "It is not my fault," replied Gondi, in a sullen tone; "these idiots came an hour too late.
She often failed, it is true, in these attempts, and meanwhile Mazarin, with more address, setting in motion in his retreat beyond the frontier the most powerful machinery, and making magnificent promises, again appeared above the political horizon winning over his enemies one after another through his secret agents; at one time it was Châteauneuf, at another Gondi, whom he made for good and all a cardinal; at another it was Madame de Chevreuse.
Madame de Gondi did nothing but weep, while her husband applied to everyone whom he thought to have any influence with Vincent to persuade him to return. "If he has not the gift of teaching children," he wrote to a friend, "it does not matter; he shall have a tutor to work under him. He shall live exactly as he likes if he will only come back. Get de Bérulle to persuade him.
"Well, let us hold a council," said Gondi; "summon Monsieur de Montresor, who is uselessly occupied in searching for the body of poor De Launay. You have not wounded him, Monsieur De Thou?" "No, Monsieur l'Abbe; not every one has so good an aim as you," said Montresor, bitterly, limping from his fall. "We shall not have time to continue with the sword."
The Abbe replied with the same air: "Si vous conduisez ma brouette, Ne versez pas, beau postillon, Ton ton, ton ton, ton taine, ton ton." "Ah, Abbe, your songs will drive me mad!" said Fontrailles. "You've got airs ready for every event in life." "I will also find you events which shall go to all the airs," answered Gondi. "Faith, the air of these pleases me!" said Fontrailles, in an under voice.
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