“Instead of throwing it into the water, his servant scrupulously went straight to the monastery where your sister rules.  He laid down his closed packet in the church of the monks, and then returned to his lord, who never had any other child.

“The religious Benedictines, not knowing whence this monster came, believed there was some prodigy in it.  They baptised in this little person all that was not boar, and left the surplus to Providence.  They brought up the singular creature in the greatest secrecy; it drank and lapped after the manner of its kind.  As it grew up it walked on its feet, and that without the least imperfection; it could sit down, go on its knees, and even make a courtesy.  But it never articulated any distinct words, and it had always a harsh and rough voice which howled and grunted.  Its intelligence never reached the knowledge of reading or writing; but it understood easily all that could be said to it, and the proof was that it replied by its actions.

“The Comte de Poitiers having died whilst hunting, Honorinde learnt of her old serving-man in what refuge, in what asylum, he had long ago deposited the little one.  This good mother proceeded there, and the monks, after some hesitation, confessed what had become of it.  She wished to see it; they showed it her.  At its aspect she felt the same inward commotion which had, years before, perverted nature.  She groaned, fainted, burst into tears, and never had the courage and firmness to embrace what she had seen.

“Her gratitude was not less lively and sincere; she handed a considerable sum to the Benedictines of Fontevrault, charging them to continue their good work and charity.

“The reverend Prior, reflecting that his hideous inmate came of a great family, and of a family of great property, resolved to procure it as a wife for his nephew.  He sounded the young man, who looked fixedly at his future bride, and avowed that he was satisfied.

“She is a good Christian,” he replied to his uncle, since you have baptised her here.  She is of a good family, since Honorinde has recognised her.  There are many as ugly as she is to be seen who still find husbands.  I will put a pretty mask on her, and the mask will give me sufficient illusion.  Benedicte, so far as she goes, is well-made; I hope to have fine children who will talk.

“The Prior commenced by marrying them; he then confided in Honorinde, who, not daring to noise abroad this existence, was compelled to submit to what had been done.

“The marriage of the young she-monster was not happy.  She bit her husband from morning to night.  She did not know how to sit at table, and would only eat out of a trough.  She needed neither an armchair, a sofa, nor a couch; she stretched herself out on the sand or on the pavement.

“Her husband, in despair, demanded the nullification of his marriage; and as the courts did not proceed fast enough for his impatience, he killed his companion, Benedicte, with a pistol-shot, at the moment when she was biting and tearing him before witnesses.