Nunnery Tales; or Cruising under False Colours: A Tale of Love and Lust

If we are discovered here, we shall never see the Convent of St. Claire, or any other place of refuge." I gathered up my jacket and walked to the door. "There is plenty of time left today, so while I go and hire a coach, why don't you lay out suitable apparel for me." "You are right, Auguste, or rather Augustine, as I must now call you," Mother said. "Go quickly." I lost no time in getting a conveyance, the driver of which I knew I could depend upon. And upon my return in twenty minutes with my mother's assistance, I was completely metamorphosed from a handsome youth into a tall, bold looking, but still not unattractive girl. Of course, there remained one important physical difference. We packed up my mother's jewelry and some of our most valuable attire and prepared for the street. We had previously given my mother's chambermaid a holiday. When she returned and found us gone, the clothes and jewelry missing, she would take it for granted that we had either attempted to make our escape to join my father, or that we had been arrested and thrown into prison.

Our plan proceeded without difficulty, and before sundown, we arrived at the back gate of the convent of St. Claire. We were most cordially welcomed by my aunt, the Lady Abbess of St. Claire, who, however, could not help lamenting the necessity which there was for us to take refuge with her. I noticed that she stared at me with great curiosity and whispered apart to my mother. The answer that she received seemed to be only partly satisfactory. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled slightly as she glanced at me. "I do not doubt your step-daughter's discretion, but I hope that she will recollect that she is Mademoiselle d'Ermonville, and will behave as becomes her rank and sex." This was addressed to me with very pointed emphasis. I remained silent; my only reply was a low, sweeping curtsey, at which feminine performance my mother could not repress her smiles. "But my dear Henriette," commented the Abbess, "I fear that I must now treat you inhospitably, and turn you out of the room. I am momentarily in expectation of the arrival of Father Eustace." "Oh, I know him very well indeed," replied my mother, appearing to me rather confused, "and there is no necessity for my leaving the room unless you want a very private interview with him, Agatha!" "None of your banter," replied the Abbess tapping her sister's cheek. "The Father is coming here on duty." "Those handsome young monks are always 'on duty,'" muttered my mother. Just then we were interrupted by a tap at the door. After the Abbess gave the necessary permission, a tall, attractive young nun entered. First she made a lowly obeisance to the Mother Superior, and then a slighter recognition of my mother and me. "I have come, Holy Mother, to receive my punishment," she said quietly. "You have done well to keep your time punctually, daughter Emilie," replied the Abbess not unkindly. "It shows some degree of penitence, although the degree of the penance must rest to a great extent with Father Eustace. Yet I think I can promise that you will not be treated very severely." She arched one eyebrow. "But stripped you will have to be, and I think slightly whipped. So you had better begin to undress yourself at once in order to save time." "Will these ladies remain to be spectators of the proceedings?" asked Emilie, alluding to my mother and me. "It is rather unusual to allow strangers to be present," replied the Abbess, "but as these ladies are my sister and niece, I think I may venture to grant them the privilege." "Certainly, I should like it," replied my mother. "I have a great curiosity to see what penance Father Eustace, whom I know very well, will impose on a fine girl such as sister Emilie. What fault has she been committing?" "Oh, dear Lady Agatha, please don't tell your sister," exclaimed Emilie, "or I will die of shame." "Nonsense, my child," replied the Abbess. "Proceed with your disrobing, find a rod, and then go and kneel upon the divan in the corner. While you are waiting, you may repeat one of the penitential psalms to get yourself in the right frame of mind before the arrival of Father Eustace."