Maubec's page, who lived at the Hotel du Paon on the Place de Greve. He
was not yet eighteen years old, and his face and figure were attractive.
Not being able to conquer her passion, Cecile resolved to satisfy it.
She attracted the page to her house, loaded him with caresses, supplied
him with sweetmeats and finally did as she wished with him.

"Now one day, as they were together in the jeweller's bed, Master
Nicholas came home sooner than he was expected. He found the bolt drawn,
and heard his wife on the other side of the door exclaiming, 'My heart!
my angel! my love!' Then suspecting that she was shut up with a gallant,
he struck great blows upon the door and began to shout 'Slut! hussy!
wanton! open so that I may cut off your nose and ears!' In this peril,
the jeweller's wife besought St. Orberosia, and vowed her a large candle
if she helped her and the little page, who was dying of fear beside the
bed, out of their difficulty.

"The saint heard the prayer. She immediately changed Jean Violle into
a girl. Seeing this, Cecile was completely reassured, and began to call
out to her husband: 'Oh! you brutal villain, you jealous wretch! Speak
gently if you want the door to be opened.' And scolding in this way, she
ran to the wardrobe and took out of it an old hood, a pair of stays,
and a long grey petticoat, in which she hastily wrapped the transformed
page. Then when this was done, 'Catherine, dear Catherine,' said she,
loudly, 'open the door for your uncle; he is more fool than knave, and
won't do you any harm.' The boy who had become a girl, obeyed. Master
Nicholas entered the room and found in it a young maid whom he did not
know, and his wife in bed. 'Big booby,' said the latter to him, 'don't
stand gaping at what you see, just as I had come to bed because had
a stomach ache, I received a visit from Catherine, the daughter of my
sister Jeanne de Palaiseau, with whom we quarrelled fifteen years ago.