In 1769 it was reproduced, and, according to Diderot's own account, with enthusiasm.

"There was a frightful crowd," he says, "and people hardly remember such a success.

I was surprised at it myself.

My friends are at the height of exultation.
My daughter came home intoxicated with wonder and delight." Even Madame Diderot at length grew ashamed at having to confess that she had not seen her husband's triumph, and throwing aside her horror of the stage, was as deeply moved as every one else.[262] Notwithstanding this satisfactory degree of success, and though it was performed as late as 1835, the play never struck root in France.

It is indeed a play without any real quality or distinction.