He had a few coins left, and these prevented him from thinking of a future.
He was presented to one or two great ladies, and with the blundering gallantry habitual to him he wrote a letter to one of the greatest of them, declaring his passion for her.

Madame Dupin was the daughter of one, and the wife of another, of the richest men in France, and the attentions of a man whose acquaintance Madame Beuzenval had begun by inviting him to dine in the servants' hall, were not pleasing to her.[108] She forgave the impertinence eventually, and her stepson, M.
Francueil, was Rousseau's patron for some years.[109] On the whole, however, in spite of his own account of his social ineptitude, there cannot have been anything so repulsive in his manners as this account would lead us to think.

There is no grave anachronism in introducing here the impression which he made on two fine ladies not many years after this.

"He pays compliments, yet he is not polite, or at least he is without the air of politeness.

He seems to be ignorant of the usages of society, but it is easily seen that he is infinitely intelligent.