Once in the time of these five weeks amidst my favours from God, the devil stepped in, as it were, seeking to disquiet me. He seemed to stand at my bed's feet, not raised up high as the angel was but low upon the ground, like one much troubled. He put these following thoughts of disgust into my mind, that I had, by doing my own will in fasting and penance before my sickness without leave, brought my illness upon me, and would be the means of my own death. At this I was frightened and very much disturbed. Sometimes I thought it might be a temptation, at other times I feared it might be true. I resolved to ask my confessor, though speaking in a third person, not to discover myself. He told me if one did penance without leave, thinking they did well, they would not sin; but he suspected I meant myself, and ordered me to do so no more. I acknowledged it no further than he found it out, thinking it the best way to keep it to myself. It was not long ere my peace of mind returned, and I received more plentiful favours from Almighty God. My convulsions being very violent in the day and my fever high at night, my sleep was so short and interrupted that I seldom knew that I slumbered, but only by some good dream. I told one of them once to my confessor, but he said it was no dream.