True forgiveness says: "I pardon you because I know that such is not your true self."
Following Adrienne's journey to Altona in 1795, Mme de Tessé had spent the winter in Holstein, in the little town of Ploen on the lake of that name. There she had leased an enormous house, for wherever she went she carried with her an extensive household: her Montagu nephews, the Muns, and a deported fellow countryman-- an old priest, the Abbé de Luchet, whom this incorrigible unbeliever had taken into her service as private chaplain. For those in exile a private chaplain was a luxury. In this case the appointment looked like a sinecure. "Never mind," said the old lady with a laugh, "there is always my niece Pauline, and she can be depended upon to keep the abbé busy."
Every member of the party was expected to do his share of work. M. de Mun was detailed to arrange the books in the library, but found it more amusing to perch himself on top of a ladder and read them. Pauline de Montagu counted the linen and wrote out an inventory. Her life was full of things to be done. Meditation, prayer, reading, charitable works on behalf of the émigrés, and corresponding with her sister Rosalie filled her days. Mme de Tessé had taken into her employment a number of local seamstresses, and with them Mme de Montagu worked at making curtains and learned how to say "Our Father" and other prayers in German--