It was, no doubt, a very probable story, that a bookseller, admitted to an audience by the attorney-general, should read at ease scattered rough drafts in the office of that magistrate!  Madam de Boufflers and others confirmed what he had said.  By the absurdities which were incessantly rung in my ears, I was almost tempted to believe that everybody I heard speak had lost their senses.

Clearly perceiving that there was some mystery, which no one thought proper to explain to me, I patiently awaited the event, depending upon my integrity and innocence, and thinking myself happy, let the persecution which awaited me be what it would, to be called to the honor of suffering in the cause of truth.  Far from being afraid and concealing myself, I went every day to the castle, and in the afternoon took my usual walk.  On the eighth of June, the evening before the order was concluded on, I walked in company with two professors of the oratory, Father Alamanni and Father Mandard.  We carried to Champeaux a little collation, which we ate with a keen appetite.  We had forgotten to bring glasses, and supplied the want of them by stalks of rye, through which we sucked up the wine from the bottle, piquing ourselves upon the choice of large tubes to vie with each other in pumping up what we drank.  I never was more cheerful in my life.

I have related in what manner I lost my sleep during my youth.  I had since that time contracted a habit of reading every night in my bed, until I found my eyes begin to grow heavy.  I then extinguished my wax taper, and endeavored to slumber for a few moments, which were in general very short.  The book I commonly read at night was the Bible, which, in this manner I read five or six times from the beginning to the end.  This evening, finding myself less disposed to sleep than ordinary, I continued my reading beyond the usual hour, and read the whole book which finishes at the Levite of Ephraim, the Book of judges, if I mistake not, for since that time I have never once seen it.  This history affected me exceedingly, and, in a kind of a dream, my imagination still ran on it, when suddenly I was roused from my stupor by a noise and light.  Theresa carrying a candle, lighted M. la Roche, who perceiving me hastily raise myself up, said:  “Do not be alarmed; I come from Madam de Luxembourg, who, in her letter incloses you another from the Prince of Conti.”  In fact, in the letter of Madam de Luxembourg I found another, which an express from the prince had brought her, stating that, notwithstanding all his efforts, it was determined to proceed against me with the utmost rigor.  “The fermentation,” said he, “is extreme; nothing can ward off the blow; the court requires it, and the parliament will absolutely proceed; at seven o’clock in the morning an order will be made to arrest him, and persons will immediately be sent to execute it.  I have obtained a promise that he shall not be pursued if he makes his escape; but if he persists in exposing himself to be taken this will immediately happen.”  La Roche conjured me in behalf of Madam de Luxembourg to rise and go and speak to her.  It was two o’clock and she had just retired to bed.  “She expects you,” added he, “and will not go to sleep without speaking to you.”  I dressed myself in haste and ran to her.