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STRAIT IS THE GATE 218

wilt Thou be the less aware of the delirious longing of my heart?


27th September. Ever since the morning a great calm. Spent nearly the whole night in meditation, in prayer. Suddenly I was conscious of a kind of luminous peace like the imagination I had as a child of the Holy Ghost; it seemed to wrap me round, to descend into me. I went to bed at once fearing that my joy was due only to nervous exaltation. I went to sleep fairly quickly without this felicity leaving me. It is still here this morning in all its completeness. I have the certainty now that he will come.


30th September. Jerome, my friend! you whom I still call brother, but whom I love infinitely more than a brother ... How many times I have cried your name in the beech copse. Every evening towards dusk I go out by the little gate of the kitchen garden and walk down the avenue where it is already dark. If you were suddenly to answer me, if you were to appear there from behind the stony bank round which I so eagerly seek you, or if I were to see you in the distance, seated on

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