As soon as it had gained the premium, Diderot
undertook to get it printed. Whilst I was in my bed, he wrote me a
note informing me of the publication and effect: "It is praised," said
he, "beyond the clouds; never was there an instance of a like
success."
This favor of the public, by no means solicited, and to an unknown
author, gave me the first real assurance of my talents, of which,
notwithstanding an internal sentiment, I had always had my doubts. I
conceived the great advantage to be drawn from it in favor of the
way of life I had determined to pursue; and was of opinion, that a
copyist of some celebrity in the republic of letters was not likely to
want employment.
The moment my resolution was confirmed, I wrote a note to M. de
Francueil, communicating to him my intentions, thanking him and
Madam Dupin for all goodness, and offering them my services in the way
of my new profession. Francueil did not understand my note, and,
thinking I was still in the delirium of fever, hastened to my
apartment; but he found me so determined, that all he could say to
me was without the least effect. He went to Madam Dupin, and told
her and everybody he met, that I was become insane. I let him say what
he pleased, and pursued the plan I had conceived. I began the change
in my dress; I quitted laced cloaths and white stockings; I put on a
round wig, laid aside my sword, and sold my watch; saying to myself,
with inexpressible pleasure: "Thank Heaven! I shall no longer want
to know the hour!" M.
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