At the end of the preceding book a pause was necessary.

With this begins the long chain of my misfortunes deduced from their origin.
Having lived in the two most splendid houses in Paris, I had, notwithstanding my candor and modesty, made some acquaintance.

Among others at Dupin's, that of the young hereditary prince of Saxe-Gotha, and of the Baron de Thun, his governor; at the house of M.de la Popliniere, that of M.Seguy, friend to the Baron de Thun, and known in the literary world by his beautiful edition of Rousseau.

The baron invited M.Seguy and myself to go and pass a day or two at Fontenai sous bois, where the prince had a house.

As I passed Vincennes, at the sight of the dungeon, my feelings were acute; the effect of which the baron perceived on my countenance.