On her shrine, bereft of its gold and precious stones, the spider silently weaves her web." Hearing these lamentations, Pierre Mille, who at the age of ninety-eight years had lost nothing of his intellectual and moral power, asked, the canon if he did not think that St.Orberosia would one day rise out of this wrongful oblivion.
"I hardly dare to hope so," sighed M.Monnoyer.
"It is a pity!" answered Pierre Mille.

"Orberosia is a charming figure and her legend is a beautiful one.

I discovered the other day by the merest chance, one of her most delightful miracles, the miracle of Jean Violle.

Would you like to hear it, M.Monnoyer ?" "I should be very pleased, M.Mille." "Here it is, then, just as I found it in a fifteenth-century manuscript "Cecile, the wife of Nicolas Gaubert, a jeweller on the Pont-au-Change, after having led an honest and chaste life for many years, and being now past her prime, became infatuated with Jean Violle, the Countess de Maubec's page, who lived at the Hotel du Paon on the Place de Greve.

He was not yet eighteen years old, and his face and figure were attractive.
Not being able to conquer her passion, Cecile resolved to satisfy it.
She attracted the page to her house, loaded him with caresses, supplied him with sweetmeats and finally did as she wished with him.
"Now one day, as they were together in the jeweller's bed, Master Nicholas came home sooner than he was expected.