“At ten o'clock in the morning, refreshed by the pleasant feeling of being again in this Paris, so imperfect, but so captivating, so that no other city in the world can compete with it in the right to be called a City, I went to my dear Mme d'Urfe, who welcomed me with open arms. She told me that young d'Aranda was doing well, and that if I wanted, she would invite him to dine with us tomorrow. I said that I would be pleased, then I assured her that the operation, as a result of which she should be reborn in the guise of a man, would be carried out the moment Kerilinth, one of the three lords of the Rosicrucians, emerged from the dungeons of the Inquisition of Lisbon ... " p>