The Baron d'Holbach, who never, as I heard of, had been at the Chevrette, was one of the latter.

Had I at that time been as mistrustful as I am since become, I should strongly have suspected Madam d'Epinay to have contrived this journey to give the baron the amusing spectacle of an amorous citizen.

But I was then so stupid that I saw not that even which was glaring to everybody.

My stupidity did not, however, prevent me from finding in the baron a more jovial and satisfied appearance than ordinary.

Instead of looking upon me with his usual moroseness, he said to me a hundred jocose things without my knowing what he meant.