We first met a small library in the Rue Montmartre, when we were looking for the same book. We talked and were interested in the same things. Then we met again and again. I was interested in Dupin’s family history. He told me about it gladly, as Frenchmen often do.
Dupin was very intelligent, and he read many books. His mind was alive and fresh. I liked him very much, and he became a good friend to me. We decided to live together while I stayed in Paris.
Because I had no money problems, we lived in a large, old house. It was hidden away in an old part of Paris, called the Faubourg St. German.
