Pirot supped that evening with the prisoner; then, when night had fallen, he withdrew, promising to return in the morning. He was in great agitation, and on reaching his apartment he had recourse to his breviary. 'The image of the lady I had seen all day so powerfully possessed me that I could hardly attend to what I was reading: it seemed to me that I was for nearly half an hour circling round _Domine, labia mea aperies_, returning always to where I had begun. At last, seeing that I must get on, I applied myself a little more diligently to my reading, so as to be less distracted by this idea. But in spite of all my close attention, I was quite three hours in reciting my office.' He has described at length his sleeplessness, the thoughts that crowded upon his mind, the anguish which choked him: 'I got no sleep at all. Those who know the delicacy of my nature, how sensitive I am to the misery and pain I see in persons who are indifferent to me, will have no difficulty in realising the depth of my sorrow for a lady whom I had seen so afflicted, and who was so near to my heart by reason of the interest I was bound to take in the salvation of the soul intrusted to me.' Stretching out his clasped hands towards heaven, he cried: 'O God, I am greatly concerned for her whose salvation is as dear to me as my own; I die every moment for her, and all the reward I ask in the conflict I have to maintain with her before she closes her career is to see her crowned with Thee!' In the morning Pirot returned to the prisoner. 'I was taken up the tower, where I found Father de Chevigny in tears as he closed a prayer with the lady, who greeted me with the same courage that I had seen in her on the previous evening.' Madame de Brinvilliers has slept as peacefully as a child. One of the first questions she put to her confessor related to a fear which had arisen in her mind, and the thought of which gave her much torture. 'Sir,' she said to me, 'you gave me yesterday some hope that I might be saved, but I cannot have the presumption to promise myself that that will be till after a long time in purgatory. How shall I know whether I am in purgatory or hell?' Pirot reassured her. Soon afterwards a message came that Madame de Brinvilliers was to descend to hear her sentence read. 'She was prepared for death and torture; but she had not thought of the public penance or of the fire. She answered fearlessly, "In a moment, but just now we are finishing our conversation, this gentleman and I." We shortly finished our talk in great serenity.'