On that day we only dined together, and he returned to town in the afternoon.

But we had a conversation of a few moments after dinner.

Madam d'Epinay had mentioned me to him, and my opera of the 'Muses Gallantes'.

Duclos, endowed with too great talents not to be a friend to those in whom the like were found, was prepossessed in my favor, and invited me to go and see him.

Notwithstanding my former wish, increased by an acquaintance, I was withheld by my timidity and indolence, as long as I had no other passport to him than his complaisance.