The daughter of Baron Meyrargues, who was not long married to a gentleman named M. de Miraman, had set out on the 29th November for Ambroix to join her husband, who was waiting for her there.  She was encouraged to do this by her coachman, who had often met with Camisards in the neighbourhood, and although a Catholic, had never received any harm from them.  She occupied her own carriage, and was accompanied by a maid, a nurse, a footman, and the coachman who had persuaded her to undertake the journey.  Two-thirds of the way already lay safely behind them, when between Lussan and Vaudras she was stopped by four, men, who made her get out of her carriage and accompany them into the neighbouring forest.  The account of what then happened is taken from the deposition of the maid.  We copy it word for word: 

“These wretches having forced us,” says she, “to walk into the forest till we were at some distance from the high road, my poor mistress grew so tired that she begged the man who walked beside her to allow her to lean on his shoulder.  He looking round and seeing that they had reached a lonely spot, replied, ‘We need hardly go any farther,’ and made us sit dawn on a plot of grass which was to be the scene of our martyrdom.  My poor mistress began to plead with the barbarians in the most touching manner, and so sweetly that she would have softened the heart of a demon.  She offered them her purse, her gold waistband, and a fine diamond which she drew from her finger; but nothing could move these tigers, and one of them said, ’I am going to kill all the Catholics at once, and shall be gin with you.’  ‘What will you gain by my death?’ asked my mistress.  ‘Spare my life.’—­’No; shut up!’ replied he.  ’You shall die by my hand.  Say your prayers.’  My good mistress threw herself at once on her knees and prayed aloud that God would show mercy to her and to her murderers, and while she was thus praying she received a pistol-shot in her left breast, and fell; a second assassin cut her across the face with his sword, and a third dropped a large stone on her head, while the fourth killed the nurse with a shot from his pistol.  Whether it was that they had no more loaded firearms, or that they wished to save their ammunition, they were satisfied with only giving me several bayonet wounds.  I pretended to be dead:  they thought it was really the case, and went away.  Some time after, seeing that everything had become quiet, and hearing no sound, I dragged myself, dying as I was, to where my dear mistress lay, and called her.  As it happened, she was not quite dead, and she said in a faint voice, ‘Stay with me, Suzon, till I die.’  She added, after a short pause, for she was hardly able to speak, ’I die for my religion, and I hope that God will have pity on me.  Tell my husband that I confide our little one to his care.’  Having said this, she turned her thoughts from the world, praying to God in broken and tender words, and drew her last breath as the night fell.”