I had likewise for a friend Madam de Crequi, who, having become devout, no longer received D’Alembert, Marmontel, nor a single man of letters, except, I believe the Abbe Trublet, half a hypocrite, of whom she was weary.  I, whose acquaintance she had sought lost neither her good wishes nor intercourse.  She sent me young fat pullets from Mons, and her intention was to come and see me the year following had not a journey, upon which Madam de Luxembourg determined, prevented her.  I here owe her a place apart; she will always hold a distinguished one in my remembrance.

In this list I should also place a man whom, except Roguin, I ought to have mentioned as the first upon it; my old friend and brother politician, De Carrio, formerly titulary secretary to the embassy from Spain to Venice, afterwards in Sweden, where he was charge des affaires, and at length really secretary to the embassy from Spain at Paris.  He came and surprised me at Montmorency when I least expected him.  He was decorated with the insignia of a Spanish order, the name of which I have forgotten, with a fine cross in jewelry.  He had been obliged, in his proofs of nobility, to add a letter to his name, and to bear that of the Chevalier de Carrion.  I found him still the same man, possessing the same excellent heart, and his mind daily improving, and becoming more and more amiable.  We would have renewed our former intimacy had not Coindet interposed according to custom, taken advantage of the distance I was at from town to insinuate himself into my place, and, in my name, into his confidence, and supplant me by the excess of his zeal to render me services.

The remembrance of Carrion makes me recollect one of my country neighbors, of whom I should be inexcusable not to speak, as I have to make confession of an unpardonable neglect of which I was guilty towards him:  this was the honest M. le Blond, who had done me a service at Venice, and, having made an excursion to France with his family, had taken a house in the country, at Birche, not far from Montmorency.

     [When I wrote this, full of my blind confidence, I was far from
     suspecting the real motive and the effect of his journey to Paris.]

As soon as I heard he was my neighbor, I, in the joy of my heart, and making it more a pleasure than a duty, went to pay him a visit.  I set off upon this errand the next day.  I was met by people who were coming to see me, and with whom I was obliged to return.  Two days afterwards I set off again for the same purpose:  he had dined at Paris with all his family.  A third time he was at home:  I heard the voice of women, and saw, at the door, a coach which alarmed me.  I wished to see him, at least for the first time, quite at my ease, that we might talk over what had passed during our former connection.