Mary treasured up to the end of her life, and at her death bequeathed to the convent of Chaillot, the scourge with which he had vigorously avenged her wrongs upon his own shoulders.

Nothing but Catharine's absence could put an end to this struggle between an ignoble love and an ignoble superstition.

James wrote, imploring and commanding her to depart.

He owned that he had promised to bid her farewell in person.

"But I know too well," he added, "the power which you have over me.