them to the official, or judge of the ecclesiastical court, who
joined in the dark design. They showed them to the Archbishop, saying,
It was out of their zeal, and that they were exceedingly sorry that
one of their fraternity was an heretic, and as such execrable. They
also brought me in, but more moderately, saying Father La Combe was
almost always at my house, which was false. I could scarcely see him at
all except at the confessional, and then for a very short time. Several
other things equally false they liberally gave out concerning both of
us.

They bethought themselves of one thing further likely to favor their
scheme. They knew I had been at Marseilles, and thought they had a good
foundation for a fresh calumny. They counterfeited a letter from a
person at Marseilles (I heard it was from the Bishop) addressed to the
Archbishop of Paris, or to his official, in which they wrote the most
abominable scandal. Father La Mothe came to try to draw me into his
snare, and to make me say, in the presence of the people whom he had
brought, that I had been at Marseilles with Father La Combe. "There
are," said he, "shocking accounts against you, sent by the Bishop of
Marseilles. You have there fallen into great scandal with Father La
Combe. There are good witnesses of it." I replied with a smile, "The
calumny is well devised; but it would have been proper to know first
whether Father La Combe had been at Marseilles, for I do not believe he
was ever there in his life. While I was there, Father La Combe was
laboring at Verceil." He was confounded and went off, saying, "There
are witnesses of its being true." He went immediately to ask Father La
Combe if he had not been at Marseilles. He assured him he never had
been there. They were struck with disappointment. They then gave out
that it was not Marseilles but Seisel. Now this Seisel is a place I
have never been at, and there is no bishop there.

Every imaginable device was used to terrify me by threats, forged
letters, and by memorials drawn up against me, accusing me of teaching
erroneous doctrines, and of living a bad life and urging me to flee the
country to escape the consequences of exposure. Failing in all these,
at length La Mothe took off the mask, and said to me in the church,
before La Combe, "It is now, my sister, that you must think of fleeing,
you are charged with crimes of a deep dye." I was not moved in the
least, but replied with my usual tranquillity, "If I a