Every evening we went up to our attic window together and gazed at the starry depths of the sky.

Very sweet is the memory of our intercourse. Every evening we went up to our attic window together and gazed at the starry depths of the sky, and I think very precious graces were bestowed on us then. As the _Imitation_ says: "God communicates Himself sometimes amid great light, at other times sweetly in signs and figures." In this way He deigned to manifest Himself to our hearts; but how slight and transparent was the veil! Doubt was no longer possible; already Faith and Hope had given place to Love, which made us find Him whom we sought, even on this earth.