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ONE:Nothing but reforms were talked of when Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette came to the throne; but of course everything proposed excited the opposition and ridicule of one party or the other.

THREE:

THREE:��Yes, my dear son,�� said the King, making use for the first time of that paternal expression; ��I know as well as you do that this abb�� is not well-disposed towards us; but can I take him away from [279] a young woman whom he has educated, [89] and who requires somebody to confide in? Besides, she might choose worse; he is a man without personal ambition, religious and upright, in spite of his leaning to the House of Austria. It will be the Dauphin��s business to keep him within proper limits; and now I have warned you about what made me most uneasy I feel more satisfied, for I desire above all things that the peace of my family should never be troubled.��

THREE:��Yes. What do you want of me?��

TWO:��One autumn night, after ten o��clock, the beggar had not come in. They supposed the woman who took care of him had neglected to fetch him, and charitably waited till half-past. The sister cellarer sent for the keys, to take them, as usual, to the prioress, who would put them under her pillow. She was a demoiselle de Toustain, who, par parenth��se, had had the golden ball of her prioress��s staff engraved with the motto of her family, ��Tous-teints-de-sang�� (��All stained with blood��), which my aunt had thought out of place on an emblem of religious and pastoral office. She had remarked to the [372] Prioress, ��My dear daughter, a war-cry is always improper for a bride of Jesus Christ....��Most of the great painters were to be found at the house in the rue du Gros-Chenet, where the suppers were as gay and pleasant as of old.

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THREE:��One autumn night, after ten o��clock, the beggar had not come in. They supposed the woman who took care of him had neglected to fetch him, and charitably waited till half-past. The sister cellarer sent for the keys, to take them, as usual, to the prioress, who would put them under her pillow. She was a demoiselle de Toustain, who, par parenth��se, had had the golden ball of her prioress��s staff engraved with the motto of her family, ��Tous-teints-de-sang�� (��All stained with blood��), which my aunt had thought out of place on an emblem of religious and pastoral office. She had remarked to the [372] Prioress, ��My dear daughter, a war-cry is always improper for a bride of Jesus Christ....��M. de Montagu was now with the troops of the Duc de Bourbon, and hearing he was to pass through Li��ge, Pauline went there to see him, and waited at an inn to which she knew he would go. Though he was overjoyed at this unexpected meeting, he had to leave the same day, as an engagement was imminent, and he remarked that those who were accused of being the last to join the army must not be last on the battlefield.

THREE:It was by the lake of Ploen, and they were obliged to pass the winter at the little town of that name, for it was October when the cavalcade arrived��M. and [254] Mme. de Tess��, the Montagu, the de Mun, and the priests, to whom another had been added.For her name also was Catherine.

THREE:But the condition of Pauline, brought up in all the luxury and magnificence of the h?tel de Noailles, and suddenly cast adrift in a country the language and habits of which were unknown to her, with very little money and no means of getting more when that was gone, was terrifying indeed. She did not know where anything should be bought, nor what it should cost; money seemed to her to melt in her hands. She consulted her husband, but he could not help her. If she tried to make her own dresses, she only spoilt the material, as one can well imagine. Their three servants, the German boy, a Dutch woman, and after a little while an English nurse, could not understand each other, but managed to quarrel perpetually and keep up the most dreadful chatter. Her child, this time a son, was born on March 30th, Easter Day. She had looked forward to celebrating that festival at [237] the new church then to be opened, at which many of the young people were to receive their first Communion. Pauline, like all the rest of the French community, had been intensely interested and occupied in the preparations. Flowers were begged from sympathising friends to decorate the altar, white veils and dresses were made for the young girls by their friends, all, even those whose faith had been tainted and whose lives had been irreligious, joining in this touching and solemn festival, which recalled to them their own land, the memories of their childhood, and the recollection of those they had lost.