She left the palace and went along the banks of the Seine to Chaillot, where she knocked at the door of a small convent kept by some poor nuns. They admitted her to the outside parlour, and there she collapsed, worn out with fatigue, cold, and misery. As the sun rose over the palace, the huge whisper of gossip, hardly silent at night, grew louder and louder. At last the King heard the name Louise in a passing conversation.
"What is it? Tell me!" he commanded.
"Sire, they say she has taken the vows at the Convent of Chaillot," replied the frightened courtiers.
Louis said not a word, but turned on his heel, mounted a horse, and galloped to the convent.
He was admitted to the parlour where lay his lovely Louise on the floor, her whole body shaken with sobs. After much persuasion, she told what she would have hidden from him, and Louis ordered her a carriage for the return to Paris. Neither the Duke nor the Duchess of Orleans would have her back.
At length, however, the Duchess yielded to Louis's commands, his entreaties, his threats, and his tears, and Louise returned to the Tuileries.
Fonte: Chest of Books
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