Bartholomew’s Day, the good man returned to his manor, which was not ornamented as it is at the present day.  There he received the sad announcement of the death of his son, slain in a duel by the lord of Villequier.  The poor father was the more cut up at this, as he had arranged a capital marriage for the said son with a young lady of the male branch of Amboise.  Now, by this death most piteously inopportune, vanished all the future and advantages of his family, of which he wished to make a great and noble house.  With this idea, he had put his other son in a monastery, under the guidance and government of a man renowned for his holiness, who brought him up in a Christian manner, according to the desire of his father, who wished from high ambition to make him a cardinal of renown.  For this the good abbot kept the young man in a private house, and had to sleep by his side in his cell, allowed no evil weeds to grow in his mind, brought him up in purity of soul and true condition, as all priests should be.  This said clerk, when turned nineteen years, knew no other love than the love of God, no other nature than that of the angels who had not our carnal properties, in order that they may live in purity, seeing that otherwise they would make good use of them.  The which the King on high, who wished to have His pages always proper, was afraid of.  He has done well, because His good little people cannot drink in dram shops or riot in brothels as ours do.  He is divinely served; but then remember, He is Lord of all.  Now in this plight the lord of Montcontour determined to withdraw his second son from the cloister, and invest him with the purple of the soldier and courtier, in the place of the ecclesiastical purple; and determined to give him in marriage to the maiden, affianced to the dead man, which was wisely determined because wrapped round with continence and sobriety in all ways as was the little monk, the bride would be as well used and happier than she would have been with the elder, already well hauled over, upset, and spoiled by the ladies of the court.  The befrocked, unfrocked, and very sheepish in his ways, followed the sacred wishes of his father, and consented to the said marriage without knowing what a wife, and—­what is more curious—­what a girl was.  By chance, his journey having been hindered by the troubles and marches of conflicting parties, this innocent—­more innocent than it is lawful for a man to be innocent—­only came to the castle of Montcontour the evening before the wedding, which was performed with dispensations bought in by the archbishopric of Tours.  It is necessary here to describe the bride.  Her mother, long time a widow, lived in the House of M. de Braguelongne, civil lieutenant of the Chatelet de Paris, whose wife lived with lord of Lignieres, to the great scandal of the period.  But everyone then had so many joists in his own eye that he had no right to notice the rafters in the eyes of others.  Now, in all families people go to perdition, without noticing their neighbours, some at an amble, others at a gentle trot, many at a gallop, and a small number walking, seeing that the road is all downhill.  Thus in these times the devil had many a good orgy in all things, since that misconduct was fashionable.  The poor old lady Virtue had retired trembling, no one knew whither, but now here, now there, lived miserably in company with honest women.