The nuns of Pondevaux received me among them with great kindness.They gave me a large room,which I partitioned off into three small ones.Iassisted at all the pious exercises of the place.Deceived by my fashionable appearance and my plump figure,the good nuns treated me as if I was a person of high distinction.This afflicted me,and Iundeceived them.When they knew who I really was,they only behaved towards me with still greater kindness.I passed my time in reading and praying,and led the quietest,sweetest life it is possible to conceive.
After ten months'sojourn at Pondevaux,I went to Lyons,and entered (still as parlour-boarder only)the House of Anticaille,occupied by the nuns of the Order of Saint Mary.Here,I enjoyed the advantage of having for director of my conscience that holy man,Father Deveaux.He belonged to the Order of the Jesuits;and he was good enough,when Ifirst asked him for advice,to suggest that I should get up at eleven o'clock at night to say my prayers,and should remain absorbed in devotion until midnight.In obedience to the directions of this saintly person,I kept myself awake as well as I could till eleven o'clock.Ithen got on my knees with great fervour,and I blush to confess it,immediately fell as fast asleep as a dormouse.This went on for several nights,when Father Deveaux finding that my midnight devotions were rather too much for me,was so obliging as to prescribe another species of pious exercise,in a letter which he wrote to me with his own hand.
The holy father,after deeply regretting my inability to keep awake,informed me that he had a new act of penitence to suggest to me by the performance of which I might still hope to expiate my sins.He then,in the plainest terms,advised me to have recourse to the discipline of flagellation,every Friday,using the cat-o'-nine-tails on my bare shoulders for the length of time that it would take to repeat a Miserere.In conclusion,he informed me that the nuns of Anticaille would probably lend me the necessary instrument of flagellation;but,if they made any difficulty about it,he was benevolently ready to furnish me with a new and special cat-o'-nine-tails of his own ******.
Never was woman more amazed or more angry than I,when I first read this letter."What!"cried I to myself,"does this man seriously recommend me to lash my own shoulders?Just Heaven,what impertinence!And yet,is it not my duty to put up with it?Does not this apparent insolence proceed from the pen of a holy man?If he tells me to flog my wickedness out of me,is it not my bounden duty to lay on the scourge with all my might immediately?Sinner that I am!I am thinking remorsefully of my plump shoulders and the dimples on my back,when Iought to be thinking of nothing but the cat-o'-nine-tails and obedience to Father Deveaux?"These reflections soon gave me the resolution which I had wanted at first.I was ashamed to ask the nuns for an instrument of flagellation;so I made one for myself of stout cord,pitilessly knotted at very short intervals.This done,I shut myself up while the nuns were at prayer,uncovered my shoulders,and rained such a shower of lashes on them,in the first fervour of my newly-awakened zeal,that I fairly flogged myself down on the ground,flat on my nose,before I had repeated more of the Miserere than the first two or three lines.
I burst out crying,shedding tears of spite against myself when I ought to have been shedding tears of devotional gratitude for the kindness of Father Deveaux.All through the night I never closed my eyes,and in the morning I found my poor shoulders (once so generally admired for their whiteness)striped with all the colours of the rainbow.The sight threw me into a passion,and I profanely said to myself while I was dressing,"The next time I see Father Deveaux,I will give my tongue full swing,and make the hair of that holy man stand on end with terror!"A few hours afterwards,he came to the convent,and all my resolution melted away at the sight of him.His imposing exterior had such an effect on me that I could only humbly entreat him to excuse me from indicting a second flagellation on myself.He smiled,benignantly,and granted my request with a saintly amiability."Give me the cat-o'-nine-tails,"he said,in conclusion,"and I will keep it for you till you ask me for it again.You are sure to ask for it again,dear child--to ask for it on your bended knees!"Pious and prophetic man!Before many days had passed his words came true.If he had persisted severely in ordering me to flog myself,Imight have opposed him for months together;but,as it was,who could resist the amiable indulgence he showed towards my weakness?The very next day after my interview,I began to feel ashamed of my own cowardice;and the day after that I went down on my knees,exactly as he had predicted,and said,"Father Deveaux,give me back my cat-o'-nine-tails."From that time I cheerfully underwent the discipline of flagellation,learning the regular method of practising it from the sisterhood,and feeling,in a spiritual point of view,immensely the better for it.
