They are the curves, of which the wise are the asymptotes; they incessantly approach each other, but never touch." After having from day to day delayed these very disagreeable steps, I at length took courage, and called upon Madam de Beuzenval.

She received me with kindness; and Madam de Broglio entering the chamber, she said to her: "Daughter, this is M.Rousseau, of whom Father Castel has spoken to us." Madam de Broglie complimented me upon my work, and going to her harpsichord proved to me she had already given it some attention.
Perceiving it to be about one o'clock, I prepared to take my leave.
Madam de Beuzenval said to me: "You are at a great distance from the quarter of the town in which you reside; stay and dine here." I did not want asking a second time.

A quarter of an hour afterwards, I understood, by a word, that the dinner to which she had invited me was that of her servants' hall.

Madam de Beuzenval was a very good kind of woman, but of a confined understanding, and too full of her illustrious Polish nobility: she had no idea of the respect due to talents.

On this occasion, likewise, she judged me by my manner rather than by my dress, which, although very plain, was very neat, and by no means announced a man to dine with servants.