Whether, however, Diderot is really responsible for the perverse direction of Rousseau's argument is a question of fact, and the evidence is not decisive.[88] It would be an odd example of that giant's nonchalance which is always so amazing in Diderot, if he really instigated the most eloquent and passionate writer then alive to denounce art and science as the scourge of mankind, at the very moment when he was himself straining his whole effort to spread the arts and sciences, and to cover them with glory in men's eyes.
Among Diderot's other visitors was Madame de Puisieux.

One day she came clad in gay apparel, bound for a merry-making at a neighbouring village.
Diderot, conceiving jealous doubts of her fidelity, received assurance that she would be solitary and companionless at the feast, thinking mournfully of her persecuted philosopher lying in prison.

She forgot that one of the parents of philosophy is curiosity, and that Diderot had trained himself in the school of the sceptics.

That evening he scaled the walls of the park of Vincennes, flew to the scene of the festival, and there found what he had expected.

In vain for her had he written upon virtue and merit, and the unhallowed friendship came to an end.
After three months of captivity, Diderot was released.