I reminded myself that, to speak correctly, I had in Paris no habitation worthy of my children and of my quality.  That little hotel in the Rue Saint Andre-des-Arcs I could count for no more than a little box.  I sought amongst my papers for a design of a magnificent hotel which I had obtained from the famous Blondel.  I found it without difficulty, with full elevations and sections.  The artist had adroitly imitated in it the beautiful architecture of the Louvre; this fair palace would suit me in every respect.

My architect, at a cursory glance, judged that the construction and completion of this edifice would easily cost as much as eighteen hundred thousand livres.  This expense being no more than I could afford, I commissioned him to choose me a spacious site for the buildings and gardens over by Roule and La Pepiniere.

Not caring to superintend several undertakings at once, I desired, before everything, that my house in the Faubourg Saint Germain should be complete and when the building and the chapel were in a condition to receive the little colony, I dedicated my “refuge of foresight” to Saint Joseph, the respectful spouse of the Holy Virgin and foster-father of the Child Jesus.  This agreeable mansion lacked a large garden.  I felt a sensible regret for this, especially for the sake of my inmates; but there was a little open space furnished with vines and fruit-walls, and one of the largest courtyards in the whole of the Faubourg Saint Germain.

Having always loved society, I had multiplied in the two principal blocks of the sleeping-rooms and the entrance-hall complete apartments for the lady inmates.  And a proof that I was neither detested by the world nor unconsidered is that all these apartments were sought after and occupied as soon as the windows were put in and the painting done.  My own apartment was simple, but of a majestic dignity.  It communicated with the chapel, where my tribune, closed with a handsome window, was in face of the altar.

I decided, once for all, that the Superior should be my nomination whilst God should leave me in this world, but that this right should not pass on to my heirs.  The bell of honour rang for twenty minutes every time I paid a visit to these ladies; and I only had incense at high mass, and at the Magnificat, in my quality of foundress.

I went from time to time to make retreats, or, to be more accurate, vacations, in my House of Saint Joseph.  M. Bossuet solicited the favour of being allowed to preach there on the day of the solemn consecration.  I begged him to preserve himself for my funeral oration.  He answered cruelly that there was nothing he could refuse me.

BOOK 6.

CHAPTER XIX.

The Court Travels in Picardy and Flanders.—­The Boudoir Navy.—­Madame de Montespan Is Not Invited.—­The King Relates to Her the Delights of the Journey.—­Reflections of the Marquise.