erwise, since it
was the spirit of truth that made me speak to him, without which I
was only a stupid creature; but as soon as the people who wished to
rule him and could not endure any good that did not come from
themselves, spoke to him, he allowed himself to be influenced
against the truth.

It is this weakness, joined to some others, which has hindered him
from doing all the good in his diocese that otherwise he would have
done. After I had spoken to him, he told me that he had it in mind
to give me as director Father La Combe; that he was a man
enlightened of God, who understood well the ways of the spirit, and
had a singular gift for calming souls--these are his own words--that
he had even told him, the Bishop, many things regarding himself,
which he knew to be very true, since he felt in himself what the
Father said to him.

I had great joy that the Bishop of Geneva gave him to me as
director, seeing that thereby the external authority was joined to
the grace which seemed already to have given him to me by that union
and effusion of supernatural grace.

As I was very weak, I could not raise myself in bed without falling
into a faint; and I could not remain in bed. The Sisters neglected
me utterly, particularly the one in charge of the housekeeping, who
did not give me what was necessary for my life. I had not a shilling
to provide for myself, for I had reserved nothing, and the Sisters
received all the money which came to me from France--a very large
sum. Thus I had the advantage of practising a little poverty, and
being in want with those to whom I had given everything.

They wrote to Father La Combe to come and take my confession. He
very charitably walked all night, although he had eight long
leagues; but he used always to travel so, imitating in this, as in
everything else, our Lord Jesus Christ.

As soon as he entered the house, without my knowing it, my pains
were alleviated. And when he came into my room and blessed me, with
his hands on my head, I was perfectly cured, and I evacuated all the
water, so that I was able to go to the mass. The doctors were so
surprised that they did not know how to account for my cure; for
being Protestants, they were unable to recognize a miracle. They
said it was madness, that my sickness was in the imagination, and a