Rousseau was copying music in a garret in the street which is now called after his name, but he had long ago cut himself off from society; and Burke was not likely to take much trouble to find out a man whom he had known in England seven years before, and against whom he had conceived a strong and lasting antipathy, as entertaining no principle either to influence his heart or to guide his understanding save a deranged and eccentric vanity.
It was the fashion for English visitors to go to Versailles.

They saw the dauphin and his brothers dine in public, before a crowd of princes of the blood, nobles, abbes, and all the miscellaneous throng of a court.

They attended mass in the chapel, where the old king, surrounded by bishops, sat in a pew just above that of Madame du Barri.

The royal mistress astonished foreigners by hair without powder and cheeks without rouge, the simplest toilettes, and the most unassuming manners.

Vice itself, in Burke's famous words, seemed to lose half its evil by losing all its grossness.