Before setting out for her punishment the marchioness was to be allowed to pray for a few moments in the chapel of the Conciergerie, before the Holy Sacrament exposed for the purpose; but she had to appear there surrounded by other prisoners, who were all admitted to the chapel when the Host was placed on the altar. 'When we entered the vestry of the Conciergerie, she asked the jailer for a pin to fasten the kerchief she had on her neck, and as he went in all good faith to look for one, she said to him: "You must not be afraid of anything now: the gentleman will be my surety, and will answer for it that I do not want to do myself harm." "Madam," he replied, giving her a pin, "I beg pardon, I never mistrusted you, and if anybody ever did so, it was certainly not I." He fell on his knees before her, and thus kneeling kissed her hands. She begged him to pray to God for her. "Madam," he replied, his voice choked with sobs, "I will pray for you to-morrow with all my heart."' 'Meanwhile,' says Pirot, 'she had not yet recovered the penitent spirit which I had seen in her that morning and the night before.' She spoke of the sentence. The punishment did not terrify her, but she was bitterly indignant at the degrading circumstances introduced into it--the public penance, the scattering of her ashes to the winds. Pirot replied: 'Madam, it matters nothing to your salvation whether your body be laid in the earth or be cast into the fire. It will rise glorious from the ashes if your soul is in grace.' And further: 'Yes, madam, this flesh which men are soon to burn will rise one day, the same but glorified, provided that your soul rejoices in God; it will be born again, bright as the sun, no more to suffer, subtle and quick as a spirit.' By degrees Pirot regained his hold upon the fair penitent. 'The cloud of nature was dissolved, her agitation appeared no longer, and, instead of the hard fierce looks, the biting of lips, and the other impetuous manifestations of a shattered pride, there were only tears and sobs, remorse for sin and yearnings for repentance, that would make one's heart bleed. I could not keep back my tears, and for an hour and a half I wept with her, speaking, nevertheless, with more force than I had yet done. She was still more affected by my tears than by my words, and, pondering on the cause of my tears, she said: "Sir, my distress must be great to compel you to weep so much, or you take a great interest in what concerns me."' Then she confessed the calumnies she had been unable to avoid conceiving under torture against Briancourt and Desgrez. Pirot was alarmed, and when he told her that she ought to repair the fresh sin by a fresh declaration she appeared surprised. However, the opportunity was about to be afforded, for about six o'clock the procurator-general sent for the abbé Pirot. 'Sir,' he said, 'this is a most vexatious woman.'