She could not assist at the ceremonies of a worship whose mysteries her reason had repudiated, without feeling their attraction and respect.

The sight of weak men united to adore and pray to the Father of the human race affected her sensibly.

The music raised her to the skies.

She quitted these Christian temples happier and better; so much are the recollections of infancy reflected and prolonged even in the most troubled existence.
This impassioned taste for infinity and pious sentiment continued their influences over her after her return to her father's house.

"My father's house had not," she writes, "the solitary tranquillity of the convent, still plenty of air, and a wide space on the roof of our house near the _Pont Neuf_, were before my dreamy and romantic imagination.