This was a Jesuit, named Father Hemet; a good and wise old man, whose memory I shall ever hold in veneration.

Though a Jesuit, he had the simplicity of a child, and his manners, less relaxed than gentle, were precisely what was necessary to balance the melancholy impressions made on me by Jansenism.

This good man and his companion, Father Coppier, came frequently to visit us at Charmette, though the road was very rough and tedious for men of their age.

These visits were very comfortable to me, which may the Almighty return to their souls, for they were so old that I cannot suppose them yet living.

I sometimes went to see them at Chambery, became acquainted at their convent, and had free access to the library.