His Eminence has once told me all about it,
and how dreadfully frightened he was a thunderstorm in the valet's
absence, and when a glow-worm shone out afterwards the poor child
thought it was lightning remaining on the ground, and screamed out to
Defargues not to come in past it. He says Defargues was a most
excellent and pious soul, and taught him more of his religion than
ever he had known before. Afterwards Madame de Flechine moved them
to a little tower in the park, where they found a book of the LIVES
OF THE SAINTS, and Defargues taught his little master to make wicker
baskets. They walked out on the summer nights, and enjoyed
themselves very much.
As to poor Madame de Bouillon, her baby was born on that very day of
the arrest. Her sister-in-law and her eldest daughter remained with
her, and Madame Carnavalet; the captain of the guards had to watch
over them all. He was of course a gentleman whom they already knew,
and he lived with them as a guest. As soon as Madame de Bouillon had
recovered, they began to play at a sort of hide-and-seek, daring him
to find them in the hiding-places they devised, till at last he was
not at all alarmed at missing them. Then M. de Boutteville and her
daughter escaped through a cellar-window, and they would have got
safely off, if the daughter had not caught the smallbox. Her mother,
who was already on the way to Boxdeaux, came back to nurse her, and
was taken by the bedside, and shut up in the Bastille.
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