The banneret Roguin, one of the persons who showed me the most assiduous attention, did not leave me for an instant during the whole day.  I was much flattered by his civilities, but they sometimes importuned me.  The day on which I was to take possession of my new habitation was already fixed, and I had written to Theresa to come to me, when suddenly a storm was raised against me in Berne, which was attributed to the devotees, but I have never been able to learn the cause of it.  The senate, excited against me, without my knowing by whom, did not seem disposed to suffer me to remain undisturbed in my retreat.  The moment the bailiff was informed of the new fermentation, he wrote in my favor to several of the members of the government, reproaching them with their blind intolerance, and telling them it was shameful to refuse to a man of merit, under oppression, the asylum which such a numerous banditti found in their states.  Sensible people were of opinion the warmth of his reproaches had rather embittered than softened the minds of the magistrates.  However this may be, neither his influence nor eloquence could ward off the blow.  Having received an intimation of the order he was to signify to me, he gave me a previous communication of it; and that I might wait its arrival, I resolved to set off the next day.  The difficulty was to know where to go, finding myself shut out from Geneva and all France, and foreseeing that in the affair each state would be anxious to imitate its neighbor.

Madam Boy de la Tour proposed to me to go and reside in an uninhabited but completely furnished house, which belonged to her son in the village of Motiers, in the Val de Travers, in the county of Neuchatel.  I had only a mountain to cross to arrive at it.  The offer came the more opportunely, as in the states of the King of Prussia I should naturally be sheltered from all persecution, at least religion could not serve as a pretext for it.  But a secret difficulty:  improper for me at that moment to divulge, had in it that which was very sufficient to make me hesitate.  The innnate love of justice, to which my heart was constantly subject, added to my secret inclination to France, had inspired me with an aversion to the King of Prussia, who by his maxims and conduct, seemed to tread under foot all respect for natural law and every duty of humanity.  Amongst the framed engravings, with which I had decorated my alcove at Montmorency, was a portrait of this prince, and under it a distich, the last line of which was as follows: 

          Il pense en philosophe, et se conduit en roi.

          [He thinks like a philosopher, and acts like a king.]