Before long d’Eon himself seemed to wish for what was required of him. He did nothing further to foster the disturbance caused by his every movement, and submitted quietly to his punishment. Such a satisfactory frame of mind revived the good-will of his powerful friends. The Marquis de Vergennes advised him to write a humble letter to his brother, the minister, and added thereto “his most urgent recommendation.” But his most able defender was the Bishop of Mâcon, who cleverly pleaded his protégé’s cause by representing to the ministers that “too great a sensation” was being caused at Dijon by the presence of the Chevalière. Lastly, the search made at her house, far from confirming the insinuations of her enemies, who were disposed to accuse her of being a spy in the service of England, had on the contrary proved nothing but “facts redounding to her credit.” Accordingly the ministers granted a pardon after a month’s imprisonment, enjoining her to repair immediately to Tonnerre and not to leave the town without the King’s permission. D’Eon hastened to obey; but before leaving Dijon he did not omit to give Marlet, the sculptor, an order for several little medallions to commemorate his residence in the capital of Burgundy. Quieted by his long series of adventures, and dreading no doubt the bitterness of his enemies, who wished for nothing better than to see him “confined in a convent for the rest of his days,” d’Eon made up his mind to lead, in Burgundy, the quiet life of a maiden lady of quality—a life “he had so often envied,” he said, with more resignation than sincerity. The small pension from the King enabled him to put his house at Tonnerre in repair; he added a wing to it, embellished his park, through which the river Armençon ran, with “terraces and flower-beds,” and even managed to have a chapel pulled down which intercepted the view from his windows, “without falling out with Holy Mother Church.” He exchanged “a box-tree for a marjoram” with the prior of Saint Martin, planted new vines, and superintended the gathering of the grapes, the wine from which reached the capital in due course and graced the board of M. Amelot and of the Marquis de Vergennes. He kept his best vintages for his old protectors, who were both touched by the attention and appreciative of the gift. I have received, Mademoiselle, the sixty-five bottles of wine from Tonnerre, which you mentioned in your letter. I would rather you had not deprived yourself of them, for I did not need this token of your sentiments to be convinced of your attachment to M. de Broglie. The proofs which you have never ceased to give him, persuade me that they will never change. I accept the assurance with the deepest gratitude.