I myself was grieved for the loss of that excellent woman, and wrote to M.d'Holbach a letter of condolence.
I forgot all the wrongs he had done me, and at my return from Geneva, and after he had made the tour of France with Grimm and other friends to alleviate his affliction, I went to see him, and continued my visits until my departure for the Hermitage.

As soon as it was known in his circle that Madam D'Epinay was preparing me a habitation there, innumerable sarcasms, founded upon the want I must feel of the flattery and amusement of the city, and the supposition of my not being able to support the solitude for a fortnight, were uttered against me.

Feeling within myself how I stood affected, I left him and his friends to say what they pleased, and pursued my intention.

M.d'Holbach rendered me some services in finding a place for the old Le Vasseur, who was eighty years of age and a burden to his wife, from which she begged me to relieve her.
[This is an instance of the treachery of my memory.

A long time after I had written what I have stated above, I learned, in conversing with my wife, that it was not M.d'Holbach, but M.de Chenonceaux, then one of the administrators of the Hotel Dieu, who procured this place for her father.