come to me; the marechal confirmed my promise; but I did not choose to tell her to what place I was going, that, in case of being interrogated by the persons who came to take me into custody, she might with truth plead ignorance upon that head.  In embracing her the moment before we separated I felt within me a most extraordinary emotion, and I said to her with an agitation which, alas! was but too prophetic:  “My dear girl, you must arm yourself with courage.  You have partaken of my prosperity; it now remains to you, since you have chosen it, to partake of my misery.  Expect nothing in future but insult and calamity in following me.  The destiny begun for me by this melancholy day will pursue me until my latest hour.”

I had now nothing to think of but my departure.  The officers were to arrive at ten o’clock.  It was four in the afternoon when I set off, and they were not yet come.  It was determined I should take post.  I had no carriage, The marechal made me a present of a cabriolet, and lent me horses and a postillion the first stage, where, in consequence of the measures he had taken, I had no difficulty in procuring others.

As I had not dined at table, nor made my appearance in the castle, the ladies came to bid me adieu in the entresol where I had passed the day.  Madam de Luxembourg embraced me several times with a melancholy air; but I did not in these embraces feel the pressing I had done in those she had lavished upon me two or three years before.  Madam de Boufflers also embraced me, and said to me many civil things.  An embrace which surprised me more than all the rest had done was one from Madam de Mirepoix, for she also was at the castle.  Madam la Marechale de Mirepoix is a person extremely cold, decent, and reserved, and did not, at least as she appeared to me, seem quite exempt from the natural haughtiness of the house of Lorraine.  She had never shown me much attention.  Whether, flattered by an honor I had not expected, I endeavored to enhance the value of it; or that there really was in the embrace a little of that commiseration natural to generous hearts, I found in her manner and look something energetical which penetrated me.  I have since that time frequently thought that, acquainted with my destiny, she could not refrain from a momentary concern for my fate.

The marechal did not open his mouth; he was as pale as death.  He would absolutely accompany me to the carriage which waited at the watering place.  We crossed the garden without uttering a single word.  I had a key of the park with which I opened the gate, and instead of putting it again into my pocket, I held it out to the marechal without saying a word.  He took it with a vivacity which surprised me, and which has since frequently intruded itself upon my thoughts.

I have not in my whole life had a more bitter moment than that of this separation.  Our embrace was long and silent:  we both felt that this was our last adieu.