This Revolution was striding onwards.

The prince awaited it in supineness, as if liberty of the world had been but one more mistress.
His well-known hatred against the court had naturally drawn into his acquaintance all who desired a change.

The Palais Royal was the elegant centre of a conspiracy with open doors, for the reform of government: the philosophy of the age there encountered politics and literature: it was the palace of opinion.

Buffon came there constantly to pass the latter evenings of his life.

Rousseau there received at a distance the only worship which his proud sensitiveness would accept even from princes.