To her came the Bishop of Beauvais, once a star of the Court, but now in his age a grim watch-dog of the Truth.

To him she spoke of her hopes for Philip.
"An Italianate scholar!" cried the old man.

"None such shall pollute the Church with my will.

They are beguiled by such baubles as the holy Saint Gregory denounced, poetarum figmenta sive deliramenta.

If your grandson, madame, is to enter the service of God he must renounce these pagan follies." The Bishop went, but his words remained.