If I had not had more than four Louis d’ors in my purse, there was no such thing as rising up and shewing her the door, till I had first laid three of them out in a pair of ruffles.

——The master of the hôtel will share the profit with her—no matter—then I have only paid as many a poor soul has paid before me, for an act he could not do, or think of.

The Riddle

Paris

When La Fleur came up to wait upon me at supper, he told me how sorry the master of the hôtel was for his affront to me in bidding me change my lodgings.

A man who values a good night’s rest will not lie down with enmity in his heart if he can help it——So I bid La Fleur tell the master of the hôtel, that I was sorry on my side for the occasion I had given him—and you may tell him, if you will, La Fleur, added I, that if the young woman should call again, I shall not see her.

This was a sacrifice not to him, but myself, having resolved, after so narrow an escape, to run no more risks, but to leave Paris, if it was possible, with all the virtue I enter’d in.

C’est deroger à noblesse, Monsieur, said La Fleur, making me a bow down to the ground as he said it——Et encore Monsieur, said he, may change his sentiments—and if (par hazard) he should like to amuse himself——I find no amusement in it, said I, interrupting him——

Mon dieu! said La Fleur—and took away.

In an hour’s time he came to put me to bed, and was more than commonly officious—something hung upon his lips to say to me or ask me, which he could not get off: I could not conceive what it was; and indeed gave myself little trouble to find it out, as I had another riddle so much more interesting upon my mind, which was that of the man’s asking charity before the door of the hôtel——I would have given any thing to have got to the bottom of it; and that, not out of curiosity—’tis so low a principle of inquiry, in general, I would not purchase the gratification of it with a two sous piece—but a secret, I thought, which so soon and so certainly soften’d the heart of every woman you came near, was a secret at least equal to the philosopher’s stone: had I had both the Indies, I would have given up one to have been master of it.

I toss’d and turn’d it almost all night long in my brains to no manner of purpose: and when I awoke in the morning, I found my spirit as much troubled with my dreams, as ever the king of Babylon had been with his; and I will not hesitate to affirm, it would have puzzled all the wise men of Paris, as much as those of Chaldea, to have given its interpretation.