I shudder every time I think of that terrible and desperate scene.  But reason had left me; sorrow filled my soul; I was no longer myself.  My reader must be penetrated by my misfortune and have compassion on me.

Madame de Maintenon, informed probably of this storm, arrived and suddenly showed herself.  To rush forward, snatch away the dagger and my child was but one movement for her.  Her tears coursed in abundance; and the King, leaning on the marble of my chimney-piece, shed tears and seemed to feel a sort of suffocation.

My women had removed my children.  My intendant alone had remained in the deep embrasure of a shutter; the poor man had affliction and terror painted on his face.  Madame de Maintenon had slightly wounded herself in seizing my knife.  I saw her tearing her handkerchief, putting on lavender water in order to moisten the bandage.  As she left me she took my hand with an air of kindness, and her tears began again.

The King, seeing her go out, retired without addressing me a word.  I might call as much as I would; he did not return.

Until nightfall I seemed to be in a state of paralysis.  My arms were like lead; my will could no longer stir them.  I was distressed at first, and then I thanked God, who was delivering me from the torments of existence.  All night my body and soul moved in the torrent and waves of a fever handed over to phantoms; I saw in turn the smiling plains of Paradise and the dire domain of Hell.  My children, covered with wounds, asked me for pardon, kneeling before me; and Madame de Maintenon, one mass of blood, reproached me for having killed her.

On the following day a copious blood-letting, prescribed by my doctor, relieved my head and heart.

The following week Madame de Maintenon, entirely cured of her scratch, consented to the King’s will, which she had opposed in order to excite it, and in the presence of the Marquis and Marquise de Montchevreuil, the Duc de Noailles, the Marquis de Chamarante, M. Bontems, and Mademoiselle Ninon, her permanent chambermaid, was married to the King of France and Navarre in the chapel of the chateau.

The Abbe de Harlay, Archbishop of Paris, assisted by the Bishop of Chartres and Pere de la Chaise, had the honour of blessing this marriage and presenting the rings of gold.  After the ceremony, which took place at an early hour, and even by torchlight, there was a slight repast in the small apartments.  The same persons, taking carriages, then repaired to Maintenon, where the great ceremony, the mass, and all that is customary in such cases were celebrated.

At her return, Madame de Maintenon took possession of an extremely sumptuous apartment that had been carefully arranged and furnished for her.  Her people continued to wear her livery, but she scarcely ever rode any more except in the great carriage of the King, where we saw her in the place which had been occupied by the Queen.  In her interior the title of Majesty was given her; and the King, when he had to speak of her, only used the word Madame, without adding Maintenon, that having become too familiar and trivial.