“A most villainous one, I think.” At last I agreed to give him the forty florins, and I handed them to him in a coffee-house where the major told me I should find him. The reader will see how I met this blackguard four months later. Now, when all these troubles have been long over and I can think over them calmly, reflecting on the annoyances I experienced at Amsterdam, where I might have been so happy, I am forced to admit that we ourselves are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain. If I could live my life over again, should I be wiser? Perhaps; but then I should not be myself. M. d’O---- asked me to sup with him at the Burgomasters’ Lodge, and this was a great distinction, for, contrary to the rules of Freemasonry, no one but the twenty-four members who compose the lodge is admitted, and these twenty-four masons were the richest men on the Exchange. “I have told them that you are coming,” said M. d’O----, “and to welcome you more honourably the lodge will be opened in French.” In short, these gentlemen gave me the most distinguished reception, and I had the fortune to make myself so agreeable to them that I was unanimously chosen an honorary member during the time I should stay at Amsterdam. As we were going away, M. d’O---- told me that I had supped with a company which represented a capital of three hundred millions. Next day the worthy Dutchman begged me to oblige him by answering a question to which his daughter’s oracle had replied in a very obscure manner. Esther encouraged me, and I asked what the question was. It ran as follows: “I wish to know whether the individual who desires me and my company to transact a matter of the greatest importance is really a friend of the King of France?” It was not difficult for me to divine that the Comte de St. Germain was meant. M. d’O---- was not aware that I knew him, and I had not forgotten what M. d’Afri had told me. “Here’s a fine opportunity,” thought I, “for covering my oracle with glory, and giving my fair Esther something to think about.” I set to work, and after erecting my pyramid and placing above the four keys the letters O, S, A, D, the better to impose on Esther, I extracted the reply, beginning with the fourth key, D. The oracle ran as follows: “The friend disavows. The order is signed. They grant. They refuse. All vanishes. Delay.” I pretended to think the reply a very obscure one, but Esther gave a cry of astonishment and declared that it gave a lot of information in an extraordinary style. M. d’O----, in an ecstasy of delight, exclaimed,