He was desirous of proclaiming her; she consistently opposed it, and this prudent and wise conduct regained for her, little by little, the opinions which had been shocked.

A few days after the marriage, my health being somewhat reestablished, I went to Petit-Bourg; but the Marechal de Vivonne, his son Louis de Vivonne, all the Mortemarts, all the Rochehouarts, Thianges, Damas, Seignelays, Blainvilles, and Colberts,—­in a word, counts, marquises, barons, prelates, and duchesses, came to find me and attack me in my desert, in order to represent to me that, since Madame de Maintenon was the wife of the monarch, I owed her my homage and respectful compliments.  The whole family has done so, said these cruel relations; you only have not yet fulfilled this duty.  You must do it, in God’s name.  She has neither airs nor hauteur; you will be marvellously well received.  Your resistance would compromise us all.

Not desiring to harm or displease my family, and wishing, above all, to reinstate myself somewhat in the King’s mind, I resolutely prepared for this distressing journey, and God gave me the necessary strength to execute it.

I appeared in a long robe of gold and silver before the new spouse of the monarch.  The King, who was sitting at a table, rose for a moment and encouraged me by his greeting.  I made the three pauses and three reverences as I gradually approached Madame de Maintenon, who occupied a large and rich armchair of brocade.  She did not rise; etiquette forbade it, and principally the presence of the all-powerful King of kings.  Her complexion, ordinarily pale, and with a very slight tone of pink, was animated suddenly, and took all the colours of the rose.  She made me a sign to seat myself on a stool, and it seemed to me that her amiable gaze apologised to me.  She spoke to me of Petit-Bourg, of the waters of Bourbon, of her country-place, of my children, and said to me, smiling kindly:  “I am going to confide in you.  Monsieur le Prince has already asked Mademoiselle de Names for his grandson, M. le Duc de Bourbon, and his Highness promises us his granddaughter for our Duc du Maine.  Two or three years more, and we shall see all that.”

After half an hour spent thus, I rose from this uncomfortable stool and made my farewell reverences.  Madame de Maintenon, profiting by the King having leaned over to write, rose five or six inches in her chair, and said to me these words:  “Do not let us cease to love one another, I implore you.”

I went to rest myself in the poor apartment which was still mine, since the keys had not yet been returned, and I sent for M. le Duc du Maine, who said to me coldly:  “I have much pleasure in seeing you again; we were going to write to you.”