March 16, 1554

The baby was christened this morning. His name is Charles, and he shall be given the title the Duke of Mayenne. I was permitted a place of honour in the chapel and stood next to my uncle the Cardinal to hold the babe’s cap when it was removed for the Cardinal to sprinkle on the holy water.

I am feeling a bit poorly now, as I think I ate too much at the luncheon. My grandmama’s table is renowned. At least four kinds of birds were served – swan, peacock, capons, and my favourite, heron. There were artichokes and chestnuts cooked with white asparagus. And so many different tarts – plum, apple, custard.

I am trying to improve my manner with the Queen. Would you believe that I even inquired about our ballet master Balthazar? Would one ever imagine that I would dare bring up the subject of ballet? I think even Queen Catherine was surprised. I inquired not only about the ballet master but also Madame de Parois. I am trying. It seems to me that there should be something the opposite of confession. One should be able to go and tell of one’s small moral triumphs. But I suppose that would make one guilty of pride – yet another sin to confess. A vicious circle, I suppose.