The gentleman, however, was not so foolish as not to
perceive the truth, and he so skilfully contrived matters, that when the
Canon came thither he no longer met the wife, who was too well hidden
by her husband to allow of his having any speech with her. The wife,
knowing her husband's jealousy, gave no sign that this was displeasing
to her; nevertheless, she resolved to set things to rights, for she felt
herself as it were in hell, deprived as she was of the sight of her God.
One day, when her husband was abroad, she found a means to occupy her
servants, both men and women, after such a fashion that she was left
alone in the house. Immediately, she took what was needful, and, with no
company save that of the wanton love she carried with her, she repaired
on foot to Autun. Here she arrived none too late to be recognised by her
Canon, who kept her shut up in hiding for more than a year, and this in
spite of the monitions and excommunications that were procured against
him by her husband.
The latter, finding that he had no other remedy, at last complained to
the Bishop, who had an Archdeacon, as worthy a man as any at that time
in France.
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