ncouraged him by
my praises to continue to write.

Some time afterwards he came to see me, and we made together a pilgrimage
to the island of St. Pierre. During this journey I found him different
from what I saw of him at Montmorency. He had, in his manner, something
affected, which at first did not much disgust me, although I have since
thought of it to his disadvantage. He once visited me at the hotel de
St. Simon, as I passed through Paris on my way to England. I learned
there what he had not told me, that he lived in the great world, and
often visited Madam de Luxembourg. Whilst I was at Trie, I never heard
from him, nor did he so much as make inquiry after me, by means of his
relation Mademoiselle Seguier, my neighbor. This lady never seemed
favorably disposed towards me. In a word, the infatuation of M. de St.
Brisson ended suddenly, like the connection of M. de Feins: but this man
owed me nothing, and the former was under obligations to me, unless the
follies I prevented him from committing were nothing more than
affectation; which might very possibly be the case.

I had visits from Geneva also. The Delucs, father and son, successively
chose me for their attendant in sickness. The father was taken ill on
the road, the son was already sick when he left Geneva; they both came to
my house. Ministers, relations, hypocrites, and persons of every
description came from Geneva and Switzerland, not like those from France,
to laugh at and admire me, but to rebuke and catechise me. The only
person amongst them, who gave me pleasure, was Moultou, who passed with
me three or four days, and whom I wished to remain much longer; the most
persevering of all, the most obstinate, and who conquered me by
importunity, was a M. d'Ivernois, a merchant at Geneva, a French refugee,
and related to the attorney-general of Neuchatel. This man came from
Geneva to Motiers twice a year, on purpose to see me, remained with me
several days together from morning to night, accompanied me in my walks,
brought me a thousand little presents, insinuated himself in spite of me
into my confidence, and intermeddled in all my affairs, notwithstanding
there was not between him and myself the least similarity of ideas,
inclination, sentiment, or knowledge. I do not believe he ever read a
book of any kind throughout, or that he knows upon what subject mine are
written. When I began to herbalize, he followed me in my botanical
rambles, without