to Boileau, who was supposed to be much attached to the Jansenists.
"Your Majesty always was lucky," replied Boileau; "you will not find him." The nuns' turn had come; orders were given to send away the pensioners (pupils); Mother Angelica set out for the house at Paris, "where was the battle-ground." [_Memoires pour servir a l'Histoire de Port-Royal,_ t.ii.

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127.] As she was leaving the house in the fields, which was so dear to her, she met in the court-yard M.d'Andilly, her brother, who was waiting to say good by to her.

When he came up to her, she said to him, "Good by, my dear brother; be of good courage, whatever happens." "Fear nothing, my dear sister; I am perfectly so." But she replied, "Brother, brother, let us be humble.

Let us remember that humility without fortitude is cowardice, but that fortitude without humility is presumption." "When she arrived at the convent in Paris, she found us for the most part very sad," writes her niece, Mother Angelica de St.
Jean, "and some were in tears.