BOOK XI.

Although Eloisa, which for a long time had been in the press, did not yet, at the end of the year, 1760, appear, the work already began to make a great noise.  Madam de Luxembourg had spoken of it at court, and Madam de Houdetot at Paris.  The latter had obtained from me permission for Saint Lambert to read the manuscript to the King of Poland, who had been delighted with it.  Duclos, to whom I had also given the perusal of the work, had spoken of it at the academy.  All Paris was impatient to see the novel; the booksellers of the Rue Saint Jacques, and that of the Palais Royal, were beset with people who came to inquire when it was to be published.  It was at length brought out, and the success it had, answered, contrary to custom, to the impatience with which it had been expected.  The dauphiness, who was one of the first who read it, spoke of it to, M. de Luxembourg as a ravishing performance.  The opinions of men of letters differed from each other, but in those of any other class approbation was general, especially with the women, who became so intoxicated with the book and the author, that there was not one in high life with whom I might not have succeeded had I undertaken to do it.  Of this I have such proofs as I will not commit to paper, and which without the aid of experience, authorized my opinion.  It is singular that the book should have succeeded better in France than in the rest of Europe, although the French, both men and women, are severely treated in it.  Contrary to my expectation it was least successful in Switzerland, and most so in Paris.  Do friendship, love and virtue reign in this capital more than elsewhere?  Certainly not; but there reigns in it an exquisite sensibility which transports the heart to their image, and makes us cherish in others the pure, tender and virtuous sentiments we no longer possess.  Corruption is everywhere the same; virtue and morality no longer exist in Europe; but if the least love of them still remains, it is in Paris that this will be found.—­[I wrote this in 1769.]

In the midst of so many prejudices and feigned passions, the real sentiments of nature are not to be distinguished from others, unless we well know to analyze the human heart.  A very nice discrimination, not to be acquired except by the education of the world, is necessary to feel the finesses of the heart, if I dare use the expression, with which this work abounds.  I do not hesitate to place the fourth part of it upon an equality with the Princess of Cleves; nor to assert that had these two works been read nowhere but in the provinces, their merit would never have been discovered.  It must not, therefore, be considered as a matter of astonishment, that the greatest success of my work was at court.  It abounds with lively but veiled touches of the pencil, which could not but give pleasure there, because the persons who frequent it are more