Combe passed by the place of my residence. He came to the house,
bringing me a letter from Father La Mothe, who asked me to see him,
as he was a friend of his. I had much hesitation whether I should
see him, because I feared new acquaintances. However, the fear of
offending Father La Mothe led me to do it. This conversation, which
was short, made him desire to see me once more. I felt the same wish
on my side; for I believed he loved God, and I wished everybody to
love Him. God had already made use of me to win three monks. The
eagerness he had to see me again led him to come to our
country-house, which was only a half-league from the town.
Providence made use of a little accident that happened, to give me
the means of speaking to him; for as my husband, who greatly enjoyed
his cleverness, was conversing with him, he felt ill, and having
gone into the garden, my husband told me go look for him lest
anything might have occurred. I went there. This Father said that he
had remarked a concentration and such an extraordinary presence of
God on my countenance, that he said to himself, "I have never seen a
woman like that"; and this was what made him desire to see me again.
We conversed a little, and you permitted, O my God, that I said to
him things which opened to him the way of the interior. God bestowed
upon him so much grace, through this miserable channel, that he has
since declared to me he went away changed into another man.

I preserved a root of esteem for him, for it appeared to me that he
would be God's; but I was very far from foreseeing that I should
ever go to a place where he would be.

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Some time after my arrival at Gex, the Bishop of Geneva came to see
us. I spoke to him with the impetuosity of the spirit that guided
me. He was so convinced of the spirit of God in me that he could not
refrain from saying so. He was even affected, and touched by it
opened his heart to me about what God desired of him, and how he had
been turned aside from fidelity and grace; for he is a good prelate,
and it is the greatest pity in the world that he is so weak in
allowing himself to be led by others. When I have spoken to him, he
always entered into what I said, acknowledging that what I said had
the character of truth; and this could not be oth