[74] Charles Philippe, Comte d'Artois (1757-1836), afterwards King Charles X. His visit to Saint-Malo took place on the 11th of May 1777, and lasted three days.--T. BOOK II[75] A note from M. Pasquier--Dieppe--Change in my education--Spring in Brittany--An historic forest--Pelagian fields--The moon setting over the sea--Departure for Combourg--Description of the castle--Dol College--Mathematics and languages--An instance of memory--Holidays at Combourg--Life at a country-seat--Feudal customs--The inhabitants of Combourg--Second holidays at Combourg--The Conti Regiment-Camp at Saint-Malo--An abbey--A provincial theatre--Marriage of my two eldest sisters--Return to college--A revolution begins to take place in my ideas--Adventure of the magpie--Third holidays at Combourg--The quack--Return to college--Invasion of France--Games--The Abbé de Chateaubriand--My First Communion--I leave Dol College--A mission at Combourg--Rennes College--I meet Gesril--Moreau-Limoëlan--Marriage of my third sister--I am sent to Brest for my naval examination--The harbour of Brest--I once more meet Gesril--Lapeyrouse--I return to Combourg On the 4th of September 1812[76] I received the following note from M. Pasquier[77], the Prefect of Police: "Prefect's Office. "The Prefect of Police begs M. de Chateaubriand kindly to call at his office, either at about four o'clock this afternoon or at nine o'clock to-morrow morning." The object of Prefect of Police in sending for me was to serve an order on me to leave Paris. I withdrew to Dieppe, which was first called Bertheville and more than a hundred years ago changed its name to Dieppe, from the English word "deep[78]." In 1788, I was in garrison here with the second battalion of my regiment: to dwell in this town of red-brick houses and ivory-white shops, this town of clean streets and clear atmosphere, was to take shelter in the days of my youth. When I walked out, I came across the ruins of Arques Castle, standing in the midst of its rubbish-heaps. It will be remembered that Dieppe was the birthplace of Duquesne[79]. When I stayed indoors, the sea lay spread before my view; from the table at which I sat I gazed upon the sea which saw me born and which bathes the shores of Great Britain, where I underwent so long an exile: my eyes surveyed the billows which carried me to America, cast me back upon Europe, and again bore me to the coasts of Africa and Asia. Hail, O sea, my cradle and my image! I will relate to thee the sequel of my story: if I lie, thy waves, commingled with all my days, shall accuse me of imposture to the generations to come. [Sidenote: Change in my education.]