 Chapter 7, Part I of the Memoirs of Jacques Casanova, Volume I, by Giacomo Casanova. The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova, Volume I, the Venetian Years, by Giacomo Casanova, Episode I, Childhood, Chapter 7, Part I. The fort, in which the Republic usually kept only a garrison of one hundred half-paced Glevanians, happened to contain at that time two thousand Albanian soldiers, who were called Samariotes. The Secretary of War, who was generally known under the title of Saj al-Ekritur, had summoned these men from the east in consequence of some impending promotion, as he wanted the officers to be on the spot in order to prove their merits before being rewarded. They all came from the part of Epirus called Albania, which belongs to the Republic of Venice, and they had distinguished themselves in the last war against the Turks. It was for me a new and extraordinary sight to examine some eighteen or twenty officers, all of an advanced age yet strong and healthy, showing the scars which covered their face and their chest, the last naked and entirely exposed through military pride. The Lieutenant Colonel was particularly conspicuous by his wounds, for without exaggeration he had lost one-fourth of his head. He had but one eye, but one ear, and no jaw to speak of. Yet he could eat very well, speak without difficulty, and was very cheerful. He had with him all his family, composed of two pretty daughters, who looked all the prettier in their national costume, and of seven sons every one of them a soldier. This Lieutenant Colonel stood six feet high, and his figure was magnificent, but his scar so completely deformed his features that his face was truly horrid to look at. Yet I found so much attraction in him that I liked him the moment I saw him, and I would have been much pleased to converse with him if his breath had not sent forth such a strong smell of garlic. All the Albanians had their pockets full of it, and they enjoyed a piece of garlic with as much relish as we do a sugarplum. After this none can maintain it to be a poison, though the only medicinal virtue it possesses is to excite the appetite, because it acts like a tonic upon a weak stomach. The Lieutenant Colonel could not read, but he was not ashamed of his ignorance, because not one amongst his men, except the priest and the surgeon, could boast greater learning. Every man, officer or private, had his purse full of gold. Half of them, at least, were married, and we had in the fortress a colony of five or six hundred women, with God knows how many children. I felt greatly interested in them all. Every idleness. I often regret thee, because thou hast often offered me new sights, and for the same reason I hate old age, which never offers but what I know already, unless I should take up a gazette, but I cared nothing for them in my young days. Alone in my room I made an inventory of my trunk, and having put aside everything of an ecclesiastical character, I sent for a Jew and sold the whole parcel unmercifully. Then I wrote to M. Rosa, in closing all the tickets of the articles I had pledged, requesting him to have them sold without any exception, and to forward me the surplus raised by the sale. Thanks to that double operation I was enabled to give my Scrivonian servant the ten sues allowed to me every day. Another soldier, who had been a hairdresser, took care of my hair, which I had been compelled to neglect in consequences of the rules of the seminary. I spent my time in walking about the fort and through the barracks, and my two places of resort were the major's apartment for some intellectual enjoyment, and the rooms of the Albanian Lieutenant Colonel for a sprinkling of love. The Albanian, feeling certain that his Colonel would be appointed brigadier, solicited the command of the regiment, but he had a rival and he feared his success. I wrote him a petition, short but so well composed, that the Secretary of War, having inquired the name of the author, gave the Albanian his Colonelcy. On his return to the fort, the brave fellow, overjoyed at his success, hugged me in his arms, saying that he owed it all to me. He invited me to a family dinner, in which my very soul was parched by his garlic, and he presented me with twelve botargos and two pounds of excellent Turkish tobacco. The result of my petition made all the other officers think that they could not succeed without the assistance of my pen, and I willingly gave it to everybody. This entailed many quarrels upon me, for I served all interests, but finding myself the lucky possessor of some forty sequins, I was no longer in dread of poverty and laughed at everything. However, I met with an accident which made me pass six weeks in a very unpleasant condition. On the second of April, the fatal anniversary of my first appearance in this world, as I was getting up in the morning, I received in my room the visit of a very handsome Greek woman. She told me that her husband, then ensign in the regiment, had every right to claim the rank of lieutenant, and that he would certainly be appointed if it were not for the opposition of his captain, who was against him, because she had refused him certain favors which she could bestow only upon her husband. She handed me some certificates, and begged me to write a petition which she would present herself to the Secretary of War, adding that she could only offer me her heart in payment. I answered that her heart ought not to go alone. I acted as I had spoken, and I met with no other resistance than the objection which a pretty woman is always sure to feign for the sake of appearance. After that, I told her to come back at noon, and that the petition would be ready. She was exact to the appointment, and very kindly rewarded me a second time. And in the evening, under pretense of some alterations to be made in the petition, she afforded an excellent opportunity of reaping a third recompense. But alas, the path of pleasure is not strewn only with roses. On the third day, I found out, much to my dismay, that a serpent had been hid under the flowers. Six weeks of care and of rigid diet re-established my health. When I met the handsome Greek again, I was foolish enough to reproach her for the present she had bestowed upon me. But she baffled me by laughing, and saying that she had only offered me what she possessed, and that it was my own fault if I had not been sufficiently careful. The reader cannot imagine how much this first misfortune grieved me, and what deep shame I felt. I looked upon myself as a dishonored man, and while I am on that subject, I may as well relate an incident which will give some idea of my thoughtlessness. Madame Vida, the major sister-in-law, being alone with me one morning, confided in me in a moment of unreserved confidence what she had to suffer from the jealous disposition of her husband, and his cruelty in having allowed her to sleep alone for the last four years when she was in the very flower of her age. I trust to God, she added, that my husband will not find out that you have spent an hour alone with me, for I should never hear the end of it. Feeling deeply for her grief and confidence beginning confidence, I was stupid enough to tell her the sad state to which I had been reduced by the cruel Greek woman, assuring her that I felt my misery all the more deeply because I should have been delighted to console her, and to give her the opportunity of a revenge for her jealous husband's coldness. At this speech in which my simplicity and good faith could easily be traced, she rose from her chair and upbraided me with every insult which an outraged honest woman might hurl at the head of a bold libertine who is presumed too far. Astounded but understanding perfectly well the nature of my crime, I bowed myself out of her room, but as I was leaving it, she told me in the same angry tone that my visits would not be welcome for the future, as I was a conceited puppy unworthy of the society of good and respectable women. I took care to answer that a respectable woman would have been rather more reserved than she had been in her confidences. On reflection I felt pretty sure that if I had been in good health or had said nothing about my mishap, she would have been but too happy to receive my consolations. A few days after that incident I had a much greater cause to regret my acquaintance with the Greek woman. On Ascension Day, as the ceremony of the Busan Tower was celebrated near the fort, M. Rosa brought Madame Oreo and her two nieces to witness it, and I had the pleasure of treating them all to a good dinner in my room. I found myself, during the day, alone with my young friends in one of the casements, and they both loaded me with the most loving caresses and kisses. I felt that they expected some substantial proof of my love, but to conceal the real state of things, I pretended to be afraid of being surprised, and they had to be satisfied with my shallow excuse. I had informed my mother by letter of all I had suffered from Grimani's treatment. She answered that she had written to him on the subject, that she had no doubt he would immediately set me at liberty, and that an arrangement had been entered into by which M. Grimani would devote the money raised by Rosetta from the sale of the furniture to the settlement of a small patrimony on my youngest brother. But in this matter, Grimani did not act honestly, for the patrimony was only settled thirteen years afterwards, and even then only in a fictitious manner. I shall have an opportunity later on of mentioning this unfortunate brother, who died very poor in Rome twenty years ago. Towards the middle of June, the Samariotes were sent back to the East, and after their departure, the garrison of the fort was reduced to its usual number. I began to feel weary in this comparative solitude, and I gave way to terrible fits of passion. The heat was intense and so disagreeable to me that I wrote to M. Grimani, asking for two summer suits of clothes, and telling him where they would be found if Rosetta had not sold them. A week afterwards, I was in the major's apartment when I saw the wretch Rosetta come in, accompanied by a man whom he introduced as Petrillo, the celebrated favorite of the Empress of Russia, just arrived from St. Petersburg. He ought to have said infamous instead of celebrated, and clown instead of favorite. The major invited them to take a seat, and Rosetta, receiving a parcel from Grimani's gondolier, handed it to me, saying, I have brought you your rags. Take them. I answered, Someday I will bring you a regano. At these words the scoundrel dared to raise his cane, but the indignant major compelled him to lower his tone by asking him whether he had any wish to pass the night in the guardhouse. Petrillo, who had not yet opened his lips, told me then that he was sorry not to have found me in Venice, as I might have shown him round certain places which must be well known to me. Very likely we should have met your wife in such places, I answered. I am a good judge of faces, he said, and I can see that you are a true gallows bird. I was trembling with rage, and the major, who shared my utter disgust, told them that he had business to transact, and they took their leave. The major assured me that on the following day he would go to the war office to complain of Rosetta, and that he would have him punished for his insolence. I remained alone, a prey to feelings of the deepest indignation, and to a most ardent thirst for revenge. The fortress was entirely surrounded by water, and my windows were not overlooked by any of the sentinels. A boat coming under my windows could therefore easily take me to Venice during the night and bring me back to the fortress before daybreak. All that was necessary was to find a boatman who, for a certain amount, would risk the galleys in case of discovery. Amongst several who brought provisions to the fort, I chose a boatman whose countenance pleased me, and I offered him one sequin. He promised to let me know his decision on the following day. He was true to his time, and declared himself ready to take me. He informed me that, before deciding to serve me, he had wished to know whether I was kept in the fort for any great crime, but as the wife of the major had told him that my imprisonment had been caused by very trifling frolics, I could rely upon him. We arranged that he should be under my window at the beginning of the night, and that his boat should be provided with a mast long enough to enable me to slide along it from the window to the boat. The appointed hour came, and everything being ready I got safely into the boat, landed at the Sclavonian Quay, ordered the boatman to wait for me, and wrapped up in a mariners' cloak, I took my way straight to the gate of Saint-Sauvière, and engaged the waiter of a coffee-room to take me to Rosetta's house. Being quite certain that he would not be at home at that time, I rang the bell, and I heard my sister's voice telling me that if I wanted to see him I must call in the morning. Satisfied with this, I went to the foot of the bridge and sat down, waiting there to see which way he would come, and a few minutes before midnight I saw him advancing from the square of Saint-Paul. It was all I wanted to know. I went back to my boat and returned to the fort without any difficulty. At five o'clock in the morning everyone in the garrison could see me enjoying my walk on the platform. Taking all the time necessary to mature my plans, I made the following arrangements to secure my revenge with perfect safety, and to prove an alibi in case I should kill my rascally enemy, as it was my intention to do. The day preceding the night fixed for my expedition, I walked about with the son of the adjutant Zenn, who was only twelve years old, but who amused me much by his shrewdness. The reader will meet him again in the year 1771. As I was walking with him, I jumped down from one of the bastions and feigned to sprain my ankle. Two soldiers carried me to my room, and the surgeon of the fort, thinking that I was suffering from a luxation, ordered me to keep to bed, and wrapped up the ankle in towels saturated with campforaded spirits of wine. Everybody came to see me, and I requested the soldier who served me to remain and to sleep in my room. I knew that a glass of brandy was enough to stupefy the man and to make him sleep soundly. As soon as I saw him fast asleep, I begged the surgeon and the chaplain, who had his room over mine, to leave me, and at half past ten I lowered myself in the boat. As soon as I reached Venice, I bought a stout cudgel, and I sat myself down on a doorstep at the corner of the street near St. Paul's Square. A narrow canal at the end of the street was, I thought, the very place to throw my enemy in. That canal has now disappeared. At a quarter before twelve I see Rosetta walking along leisurely. I come out of the street with rapid strides, keeping near the wall to compel him to make room for me, and I strike a first blow on the head and a second on his arm. The third blow sends him tumbling in the canal, howling and screaming my name. At the same instant a forlorn, or citizen of Forley, comes out of a house on my left side with a lantern in his hand. A blow from my cudgel knocks the lantern out of his grasp, and the man, frightened out of his wits, takes to his heels. I throw away my stick, I run at full speed through the square and over the bridge, and while people are hastening towards the spot where the disturbance had taken place, I jump into the boat, and, thanks to a strong breeze swelling our sail, I get back to the fortress. Twelve o'clock was striking as I re-entered my room through the window. I quickly undress myself, and the moment I am in my bed I wake up the soldier by my loud screams, telling him to go for the surgeon as I am dying of the colic. The chaplain, roused by my screaming, comes down and finds me in convulsions. In the hope that some deuscordium would relieve me, the good old man runs to his room and brings it, but while he has gone for some water I hide the medicine. After half an hour of rye faces I say that I feel much better, and thanking all my friends I beg them to retire, which everyone does, wishing me a quiet sleep. The next morning I could not get up in consequence of my sprained ankle, although I had slept very well. The major was kind enough to call upon me before going to Venice, and he said that very likely my colic had been caused by the melon I had eaten for my dinner the day before. The major returned at one o'clock in the afternoon. I have good news to give you, he said to me with a joyful laugh. Rosetta was soundly cuddled last night and thrown into a canal. Has he been killed? No, but I am glad of it for your sake, for his death would make your position much more serious. You are accused of having done it. I am very glad people think me guilty. It is something of a revenge, but it will be rather difficult to bring it home to me. Very difficult. All the same Rosetta swears he recognized you, and the same declaration is made by the foreland who says that you struck his hand to make him drop his lantern. Rosetta's nose is broken, three of his teeth are gone, and his right arm is severely hurt. You have been accused before the navigator, and M. Grimani has written to the war office to complain of your release from the fortress without his knowledge. I arrived at the office just in time. The secretary was reading Grimani's letter, and I assured his excellency that it was a false report, for I left you in bed this morning suffering from a sprained ankle. I told him likewise that at 12 o'clock last night you were very near death from a severe attack of colic. Was it at midnight that Rosetta was so well treated? So says the official report. The war secretary wrote at once to M. Grimani and informed him that you have not left the fort and that you are even now detained in it, and that the plaintiff is at liberty, if he chooses, to send commissaries to ascertain the fact. Therefore, my dear Abbey, you must prepare yourself for an interrogatory. I expect it, and I will answer that I am very sorry to be innocent. Three days afterwards, a commissary came to the fort with a clerk of the court, and the proceedings were soon over. Everybody knew that I had sprained my ankle. The chaplain, the surgeon, my body servant, and several others swore that at midnight I was in bed suffering from colic. My alibi, being thoroughly proved, the navigator sentenced Rosetta and the foreland to pay all expenses without prejudice to my rights of action. After this judgment, the major advised me to address to the secretary of war a petition which he undertook to deliver himself and to claim my release from the fort. I gave notice of my proceedings to M. Grimani, and a week afterwards the major told me that I was free, and that he would himself take me to the Abbey. It was at dinner time and in the middle of some amusing conversation that he imparted that piece of information. Not supposing him to be an earnest, and in order to keep up the joke, I told him very politely that I preferred his house to Venice, and that to prove it I would be happy to remain a week longer if he would grant me permission to do so. I was taken at my word, and everybody seemed very pleased. But when, two hours later, the news was confirmed, and I could no longer doubt the truth of my release, I repented the week which I had so foolishly thrown away as a present to the major. Yet I had not the courage to break my word, for everybody, and particularly his wife, had shown such unaffected pleasure it would have been contemptible of me to change my mind. The good woman knew that I owed her every kindness which I had enjoyed, and she might have thought me ungrateful. But I met in the fort with the last adventure, which I must not forget to relate. On the following day an officer, dressed in the national uniform, called upon the major, accompanied by an elderly man of about sixty years of age, wearing a sword, and presenting to the major a dispatch with the seal of the war-office, he waited for an answer, and went away as soon as he had received one from the governor. After the officer had taken leave, the major, addressing himself to the elderly gentleman, to whom he gave the title of count, told him that his orders were to keep him a prisoner, and that he gave him the whole of the fort for his prison. The count offered him his sword, but the major nobly refused to take it, and escorted him to the room he was to occupy. Soon after a servant in livery brought a bed and a trunk, and the next morning the same servant knocking at my door, told me that his master begged the honor of my company to breakfast. I accepted the invitation, and he received me with these words. Dear sir, there has been so much talk in Venice about the skill with which you proved your incredible alibi that I could not help asking for the honor of your acquaintance. But count the alibi being a true one, there can be no skill required to prove it. Allow me to say that those who doubt its truth are paying me a very poor compliment for, never mind, do not let us talk any more of that, and forgive me. But as we happen to be companions in misfortune, I trust you will not refuse me your friendship. Now for breakfast. After our meal the count, who had heard from me some portion of my history, thought that my confidence called for a return on his part, and he began. I am the count de bona fide. In my early days I served under Prince Eugene, but I gave up the army and entered on a civil career in Austria. I had to fly from Austria and take refuge in Bavaria in consequence of an unfortunate duel. In Munich I made the acquaintance of a young lady belonging to a noble family. I eloped with her and brought her to Venice, where we were married. I have now been twenty years in Venice. I have six children, and everybody knows me. About a week ago I sent my servant to the post office for my letters, but they were refused him because he had not any money to pay the postage. I went myself, but the clerk would not deliver me my letters, although I assured him that I would pay for them the next time. This made me angry, and I called upon the Baron de Taxis, the postmaster, and complained of the clerk. But he answered very rudely that the clerk had simply obeyed his orders, and that my letters would only be delivered on payment of the postage. I felt very indignant, but as I was in his house I controlled my anger, went home, and wrote a note to him, asking him to give me satisfaction for his rudeness, telling him that I would never go out without my sword, and that I would force him to fight whenever and wherever I should meet him. I never came across him, but yesterday I was accosted by the secretary of the inquisitors, who told me that I must forget the Baron's rude conduct and go under the guidance of an officer whom he pointed out to me to imprison myself for a week in this fortress. I shall thus have the pleasure of spending that time with you. I told him that I had been free for the last twenty-four hours, but that to show my gratitude for his friendly confidence I would feel honored if he would allow me to keep him company. As I had already engaged myself with a major, this was only a polite falsehood. Chapter 7 Part 2 In the afternoon I happened to be with him on the tower of the Fort, and pointed out a gondola advancing towards the lower gate. He took his spy-glass and told me that it was his wife and daughter coming to see him. We went to meet the ladies, one of whom might once have been worth the trouble of an elopement. The other, a young person between fourteen and sixteen, struck me as a beauty of a new style. Her hair was of a beautiful light auburn, her eyes were blue and very fine, her nose a-roman, and her pretty mouth, half open and laughing, exposed a set of teeth as white as her complexion, although a beautiful rosy tint somewhat veiled the whiteness of the last. Her figure was so slight that it seemed out of nature, but her perfectly-formed breast appeared an altar on which the God of love would have delighted to breathe the sweetest incense. This splendid chest was, however, not yet well furnished, but in my imagination I gave her all the embalm point which might have been desired, and I was so pleased that I could not take my looks from her. I met her eyes, and her laughing countenance seemed to say to me, Only wait for two years at the utmost, and all that your imagination is now creating will then exist in reality. She was elegantly dressed in the prevalent fashion, with large hoops, and like the daughters of the nobility who have not yet attained the age of puberty, although the young countess was marriageable. I had never dared to stare so openly at the bosom of a young lady of quality, but I thought there was no harm in fixing my eyes on a spot where there was nothing yet but in expectation. The count, after having exchanged a few words in German with his wife, presented me in the most flattering manner, and I was received with great politeness. The major joined us, deeming at his duty to escort the countess all over the fortress, and I improved the excellent opportunity thrown in my way by the inferiority of my position. I offered my arm to the young lady, and the count left us to go to his room. I was still an adept in the old Venetian fashion of attending upon ladies, and the young countess thought me rather awkward, though I believed myself very fashionable when I placed my hand under her arm, but she drew it back in high merriment. Her mother turned round to inquire what she was laughing at, and I was terribly confused when I heard her answer that I had tickled her. "'This is the way to offer your arm to a lady,' she said, and she passed her hand through my arm, which I rounded in the most clumsy manner, feeling at a very difficult task to resume a dignified countess. Thinking me a novice of the most innocent species, she very likely determined to make sport of me. She began by remarking that by rounding my arm as I had done I placed it too far from her waist, and that I was consequently out of drawing. I told her I did not know how to draw and inquired whether it was one of her accomplishments. "'I am learning,' she answered, and when you call upon us I will show you Adam and Eve, after the Chevalier livery. I have made a copy, which has been found very fine by some professors, although they did not know it was my work. "'Why did you not tell them? Because those two figures are too naked. "'I am not curious to see your Adam, but I will look at your Eve with pleasure and keep your secret.' This answer made her laugh again, and again her mother turned round. I put on the look of a simpleton, for, seeing the advantage I could derive from her opinion of me, I had formed my plan at the very moment she tried to teach me how to offer my arm to a lady. She was so convinced of my simplicity that she ventured to say that she considered her Adam by far more beautiful than her Eve, because in her drawing of the man she had omitted nothing, every muscle being visible, while there was none conspicuous in Eve. "'It is,' she added, a figure with nothing in it. Yet it is the one which I shall like best. "'No, believe me, Adam will please you most.' This conversation had greatly excited me. I had on a pair of linen breeches, the weather being very warm. I was afraid of the Major and the Countess, who were a few yards in front of us, turning round. I was on thorns. To make matters worse, the young lady stumbled, one of her shoes slipped off, and, presenting me her pretty foot, she asked me to put the shoe right. I knelt on the ground, and, very likely without thinking, she lifted up her skirt. She had very wide hoops and no petticoat. What I saw was enough to strike me dead on the spot. When I rose, she asked if anything was the matter with me. A moment after, coming out of one of the casemates, her headdress got slightly out of order, and she begged that I would remedy the accident. But, having to bend her head down, the state in which I was could no longer remain a secret for her. In order to avoid greater confusion to both of us, she inquired who had made my watch ribbon. I told her it was a present for my sister, and she desired to examine it. But when I answered her that it was fastened to the fob pocket, and found that she disbelieved me, I added that she could see for herself. She put her hand to it, and a natural but involuntary excitement caused me to be very indiscreet. She must have felt vexed, for she saw that she had made a mistake in her estimate of my character. She became more timid. She would not laugh anymore. And we joined her mother and the major, who was showing her, in a sentry box, the body of Marshal Deschulenberg, which had been deposited there until the mausoleum erected for him was completed. As for myself, I felt deeply ashamed. I thought myself the first man who had alarmed her innocence, and I felt ready to do anything to atone for the insult. Such was my delicacy of feeling in those days. I used to credit people with exalted sentiments, which often existed only in my imagination. I must confess that time has entirely destroyed that delicacy, yet I do not believe myself worse than other men my equals in age and in experience. We returned to the Count's apartment and the day passed off rather gloomily. Towards evening the ladies went away, but the Countess gave me a pressing invitation to call upon them in Venice. The young lady, whom I thought I had insulted, had made such a deep impression upon me that the seven following days seemed very long. Yet I was impatient to see her again, only that I might entreat her forgiveness and convince her of my repentance. The following day the Count was visited by his son. He was plain-featured, but a thorough gentleman, and modest with all. Twenty-five years afterwards I met him in Spain, a cadet in the King's bodyguard. He had served as a private twenty years before obtaining this poor promotion. The reader will hear of him in good time. I will only mention here that when I met him in Spain he stood me out that I had never known him. His self-love prompted this very contemptible lie. Early on the eighth day the Count left the fortress, and I took my departure the same evening, having made an appointment at a coffee-house in St. Mark's Square with the Major, who was to accompany me to M. Grimani's house. I took leave of his wife, whose memory will always be dear to me, and she said, I thank you for your skill in proving your alibi, but you have also to thank me for having understood you so well. My husband never heard anything about it until it was all over. As soon as I reached Venice I went to pay a visit to Madame Oreo, where I was made welcome. I remained to supper, and my two charming sweethearts who were praying for the death of the bishop gave me the most delightful hospitality for the night. At noon the next day I met the Major according to our appointment, and we called upon the Abbe Grimani. He received me with the air of a guilty man begging for mercy, and I was astounded at his stupidity when he entreated me to forgive Rosetta and his companion. He told me that the bishop was expected very soon, and that he had ordered a room to be ready for me, and that I could take my meals with him. Then he introduced me to M. Valovero, a man of talent, who had just left the Ministry of War, his term of office having lasted the usual six months. I paid my duty to him, and we kept up a kind of desultory conversation until the departure of the Major. When he had left us, M. Valovero entreated me to confess that I had been the guilty party in the attack upon Rosetta. I candidly told him that the thrashing had been my handiwork, and I gave him all the particulars, which amused him immensely. He remarked that, as I had perpetrated the affair before midnight, the fools had made a mistake in their accusation, but that after all the mistake had not materially helped me in proving the alibi, because my sprained ankle, which everybody had supposed a real accident, would of itself have been sufficient. But I trust that my kind reader has not forgotten that I had a very heavy weight upon my conscience, of which I longed to get rid. I had to see the goddess of my fancy to obtain my pardon or die at her feet. I found the house without difficulty. The Count was not at home. The Countess received me very kindly, but her appearance caused me so great a surprise that I did not know what to say to her. I had fancied that I was going to visit an angel, that I would find her in a lovely paradise, and I found myself in a large sitting room furnished with four rickety chairs and a dirty old table. There was hardly any light in the room, because the shutters were nearly closed. It might have been a precaution against the heat, but I judged that it was more probably for the purpose of concealing the windows, the glass of which was all broken. But this visible darkness did not prevent me from remarking that the Countess was wrapped up in an old tattered gown, and that her chemise did not shine by its cleanliness. Seeing that I was ill at ease, she left the room, saying that she would send her daughter, who, a few minutes afterwards, came in with an easy and noble appearance, and told me that she had expected me with great impatience, but that I had surprised her at a time at which she was not in the habit of receiving any visits. I did not know what to answer, for she did not seem to me to be the same person. Her miserable dishabille made her look almost ugly, and I wondered at the impression she had produced upon me at the fortress. She saw my surprise and partly guessed my thoughts, for she put on a look, not a vexation, but of sorrow which called forth all my pity. If she had been a philosopher, she might have rightly despised me as a man whose sympathy was enlisted only by her fine dress, her nobility, or her apparent wealth. But she endeavored to bring me round by her sincerity. She felt that if she could call a little sentiment into play, it would certainly plead in her favour. I see that you are astonished, Reverend Sir, and I know the reason of your surprise. You expected to see great splendor here, and you find only misery. The government allows my father but a small salary, and there are nine of us. As we must attend church on Sundays and holidays in a style proper to our condition, we are often compelled to go without our dinner, in order to get out of pledge the clothes which urgent need too often obliges us to part with, and which we pledge anew on the following day. If we did not attend mass, the curate would strike our names off the list of those who share the alms of the confraternity of the poor, and those alms alone keep us afloat. What a sad tale! She had guessed rightly, I was touched but rather with shame than true emotion. I was not rich myself, and as I was no longer in love, I only heaved a deep sigh, and remained as cold as ice. Nevertheless, her position was painful, and I answered politely, speaking with kindness and assuring her of my sympathy. For I wealthy, I said, I would soon show you that your tail of woe is not fallen on unfeeling ears, but I am poor, and being at the eve of my departure from Venice, even my friendship would be useless to you. Then after some desultory talk I expressed a hope that her beauty would yet win happiness for her. She seemed to consider for a few minutes and said, That may happen some day, provided that the man who feels the power of my charms understands that they can be bestowed only with my heart, and is willing to render me the justice I deserve. I am only looking for a lawful marriage, without dreaming of rank or fortune. I no longer believe in the first, and I know how to live without the second, for I have been accustomed to poverty, and even to abject need, but you cannot realize that. Come and see my drawings. You are very good, mademoiselle. Alas, I was not thinking of her drawings, and I could no longer feel interested in her eve, but I followed her. We came to a chamber in which I saw a table, a chair, a small toilet-glass, and a bed with the straw-paleas turned over, very likely for the purpose of allowing the looker on to suppose that there were sheets underneath, but I was particularly disgusted by a certain smell, the cause of which was recent. I was thunderstruck, and if I had been still in love, this antidote would have been sufficiently powerful to cure me instantly. I wished for nothing but to make my escape, never to return, and I regretted that I could not throw on the table a handful of dukots which I should have considered the price of my ransom. The poor girl showed me her drawings. They were fine, and I praised them, without alluding particularly to Eve, and without venturing a joke upon Adam. I asked her, for the sake of saying something, why she did not try to render her talent remunerative by learning pastel drawing. I wish I could, she answered, but the box of chocks alone cost two sequins. Will you forgive me if I am bold enough to offer you six? Alas, I accept them gratefully, and to be indebted to you for such a service makes me truly happy. Unable to keep back her tears, she turned her head round to conceal them from me, and I took that opportunity of laying the money on the table, and out of politeness wishing to spare her every unnecessary humiliation, I saluted her lips with a kiss which she was at liberty to consider a loving one, as I wanted her to ascribe my reserve to the respect I felt for her. I then left her with a promise to call another day to see her father. I never kept my promise. The reader will see how I met her again after ten years. How many thoughts crowded upon my mind as I left that house. What a lesson! I compared reality with the imagination, and I had to give the preference to the last, as reality is always dependent on it. I then began to foresee a truth which has been clearly proved to me in my afterlife, namely that love is only a feeling of curiosity, more or less intense, grafted upon the inclination placed in us by nature that the species may be preserved. And truly, woman is like a book which, good or bad, must at first please us by the frontest piece. If this is not interesting, we do not feel any wish to read the book, and our wish is in direct proportion to the interest we feel. The frontest piece of woman runs from top to bottom, like that of a book, and her feet, which are most important to every man who shares my taste, offer the same interest as the addition of the work. If it is true that most amateurs bestow little or no attention upon the feet of a woman, it is likewise a fact that most readers care little or nothing whether a book is of the first edition or the tenth. At all events, women are quite right to take the greatest care of their face, of their dress, of their general appearance, for it is only by that part of the frontest piece that they can call forth a wish to read them in those men who have not been endowed by nature with the privilege of blindness. And just in the same manner that men who have read a great many books are certain to feel at last a desire for perusing new works, even if they are bad, a man who has known many women and all handsome women feels at last a curiosity for ugly specimens when he meets with entirely new ones. It is all very well for his eye to discover the paint which conceals the reality, but his passion has become a vice and suggests some argument in favor of the lying frontest piece. It is possible, at least he thinks so, that the work may prove better than the title page and the reality more acceptable than the paint which hides it. He then tries to peruse the book, but the leaves have not been opened. He meets with some resistance. The living book must be read according to established rules, and the bookworm falls a victim to a coquetry, the monster which persecutes all those who make a business of love. As for the intelligent man who has read the few preceding lines, let me tell thee that if they do not assist in opening thy eyes thou art lost, I mean that thou art certain of being a victim to the fair sex, to the very last moment of thy life. If my candor does not displease thee, accept my congratulations. In the evening, I called upon Madame Oreo, as I wanted to inform her charming nieces that, being an inmate of Grimani's house, I could not sleep out for the first night. I found there the faithful Rosa, who told me that the affair of the alibi was in every mouth, and that, as such celebrity, was evidently caused by a very decided belief in the untruth of the alibi itself, I ought to fear a retaliation of the same sort on the part of Rosetta, and to keep on my guard, particularly at night. I felt all the importance of this advice, and I took care never to go out in the evening, otherwise than in a gondola, or accompanied by some friends. Madame Manzoni told me that I was acting wisely, because, although the judges could not do otherwise than equip me, everybody knew the real truth of the matter, and Rosetta could not fail to be my deadly foe. Three or four days afterwards, M. Grimani announced the arrival of the bishop, who had put up at the convent of his order at St. Francois du Paul. He presented me himself to the prelate as a jewel highly prized by himself, and as if he had been the only person worthy of descanting upon its beauty. I saw a fine monk wearing his pectoral cross. He would have reminded me of Father Mancia if he had not looked stouter and less reserved. He was about thirty-four, and had been made a bishop by the grace of God, the Holy See, and my mother. After pronouncing over me a blessing, which I received kneeling, and giving me his hand to kiss, he embraced me warmly, calling me his dear son in the Latin language, in which he continued to address me. I thought that, being a Calabrian, he might feel ashamed of his Italian, but he undeceived me by speaking in that language to M. Grimani. He told me that, as he could not take me with him from Venice, I should have to proceed to Rome, where Grimani would take care to send me, and that I would procure his address at Ancona from one of his friends, called Lausari, a minimum monk, who would likewise supply me with the means of continuing my journey. When we meet in Rome, he added, we can go together to Martirano by way of Naples. Call upon me tomorrow morning, and have your breakfast with me. I intend to leave the day after. As we were on our way back to his house, M. Grimani treated me to a long lecture on morals, which nearly caused me to burst into loud laughter. Amongst other things, he informed me that I ought not to study too hard, because the air in Calabria was very heavy, and I might become consumptive from too close application to my books. The next morning at daybreak I went to the bishop. After saying his mass, we took some chocolate, and for three hours he laid me under examination. I saw clearly that he was not pleased with me, but I was well enough pleased with him. He seemed to me a worthy man, and as he was to lead me along the great highway of the church, I felt attracted towards him, for at the time, although I entertained a good opinion of my personal appearance, I had no confidence whatever in my talents. After the departure of the good bishop, M. Grimani gave me a letter left by him, which I was to deliver to Father Lazarie at the convent of the Minims in Ancona. M. Grimani informed me that he would send me to that city with the ambassador from Venice, who was on the point of sailing. I had therefore to keep myself in readiness, and as I was anxious to be out of his hands, I approved all his arrangements. As soon as I had notice of the day on which the suite of the ambassador would embark, I went to pay my last farewell to all my acquaintances. I left my brother, Francois, in the school of M. Jolie, a celebrated decorative painter. As the peata in which I was to sail would not leave before daybreak, I spent the short night in the arms of the two sisters, who this time entertained no hope of ever seeing me again. On my side I could not foresee what would happen, for I was abandoning myself to fate, and I thought it would be useless to think of the future. The night was therefore spent between joy and sadness, between pleasures and tears. As I bade them adieu, I returned the key, which had opened so often for me the road to happiness. This, my first love affair, did not give me any experience of the world, for our intercourse was always a happy one, and was never disturbed by any quarrel or stained by any interested motive. We often felt, all three of us, as if we must raise our souls towards the eternal providence of God, to thank him for having, by his particular protection, kept from us all the accidents which might have disturbed the sweet peace we were enjoying. I left in the hands of Madame Monzoni, all my papers, and all the forbidden books I possessed. The good woman, who was 20 years older than I, and who, believing in an immutable destiny, took pleasure in turning the leaves of the great book of Fate, told me that she was certain of restoring to me all I left with her before the end of the following year at the latest. Her prediction caused me both surprise and pleasure, and feeling deep reverence for her, I thought myself bound to assist the realization of her foresight. After all, if she predicted the future, it was not through superstition, or in consequence of some vain foreboding which reason must condemn, but through her knowledge of the world, and of the nature of the person she was addressing. She used to laugh, because she never made a mistake. I embarked from St. Mark's Landing. M. Grimani had given me ten sequins, which he thought would keep me during my stay in the Lasaretto of Ancona for the necessary quarantine, after which it was not to be supposed that I could want any money. I shared Grimani's certainty on the subject, and with my natural thoughtlessness I cared nothing about it. Yet I must say that, unknown to everybody, I had in my purse forty bright sequins which powerfully contributed to increase my cheerfulness, and I left Venice full of joy and without one regret. End of Chapter 7, Part 2 Chapter 8 of the Memoirs of Jacques Casanova, Volume 1 by Jacomo Casanova This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit librivox.org. Recording by J. C. Guan. The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova, Volume 1. The Venetian Years by Jacomo Casanova. Chapter 8. The Retinue of the Ambassador, which was styled grand, appeared to me very small. It was composed of a Melanese steward named Carchinale, of a priest who fulfilled the duties of secretary because he could not write, of an old woman acting as housekeeper, of a man cook with his ugly wife, and eight or ten servants. We reached Chiotza about noon. Immediately after landing, I politely asked the steward where I should put up, and his answer was, Wherever you please, provided you let this man know where it is, so that he can give you notice when the Chiota is ready to sell. My duty, he added, is to leave you at the lasaretto of Ancona, free of expense from the moment we leave this place, till then, enjoy yourself as well you can. The man to whom I was to give my address was the captain of the Piota. I asked him to recommend me a lodging. You may come to my house, he said, if you have no objection, to share a large bed with the cook, whose wife remains on board. Unable to devise any better plan, I accepted the offer, and the sailor, carrying my trunk, accompanied me to the dwelling of the honest captain. My trunk had to be placed under the bed, which filled up the room. I was amused at this, for I was not in a position to be over-fistedious, and after partaking of some dinner at the inn, I went about the town. Piota is a peninsula, a seaport belonging to Venice, with a population of 10,000 inhabitants, seamen, fishermen, merchants, lawyers, and government clerks. I entered a coffee-room, and I had scarcely taken a seat when a young doctorate law, with whom I had studied in Padua, came up to me, and introduced me to a drugist, whose shop was nearby, saying that his house was the rendezvous of all the literary men of the place. A few minutes afterwards, a tall, jukeven friar, blind of one eye, called Corsini, whom I had known in Venice, came in and paid me many compliments. He told me that I had arrived just in time to go to a picnic, got up by the macaroni academicians, for the next day, after a sitting of the academy in which every member was to recite something of his composition. He invited me to join them, and to gratify the meeting with the delivery of one of my productions. I accepted the invitation, and, after the reading of ten stanzas, which I had written for the occasion, I was unanimously elected a member. My success at the picnic was still greater, for I disposed of such a quantity of macaroni that I was found worthy of the title of Prince of the Academy. The young doctor, himself one of the academicians, introduced me to his family. His parents, who were in easy circumstances, received me very kindly. One of his sisters was very amiable, but the other, a professed nun, appeared to me a prodigy of beauty. I might have enjoyed myself in a very agreeable way in the midst of that charming family during my stay in Kielce, but I suppose that it was my destiny to meet in that place with nothing but sorrows. The young doctor forewarned me that the monk Korsini was a very worthless fellow, despised by everybody, and advised me to avoid him. I thanked him for the information, but my thoughtlessness prevented me from profiting by it. I have a very easy disposition, and too giddy to fear any snares, I was foolish enough to believe that the monk would, on the contrary, be the very man to throw plenty of amusements in my way. On the third day the worthless dog took me to a house of ill-fame, where I might have gone without his introduction, and in order to shoe my metal, I obliged a low creature whose ugliness ought to have been a sufficient antidote against any fleshy desire. Upon leaving the place, he brought me for supper to an inn where we met four scoundrels of his own stamp. After supper one of them began a bank of furrow, and I was invited to join in the game. I gave way to that feeling of false pride which so often causes the ruin of young men, and after losing four sequins I expressed the wish to retire, but, my honest friend, the Jacobin, strived to make me risk four more sequins in partnership with him. He held the bank, and it was broken. I did not wish to play any more, but Corsini, finning to pity me and to feel great sorrow at being the cause of my loss, induced me to try myself a bank of twenty-five sequins. My bank was likewise broken. The hope of winning back my money made me keep up the game, and I lost everything I had. Deeply grieved, I went away and laid myself down near the cook, who woke up and said I was a libertine. Your right was all I could answer. I was worn out with fatigue and sorrow, and I slept soundly. My vile tormentor, the monk, woke me at noon and informed me, with a triumphant joy, that a very rich young man had been invited by his friends to supper, that he would be sure to play and lose, and that it would be a good opportunity for me to retrieve my losses. I have lost all my money, lend me twenty sequins. When I lend the money I am sure to lose. You may call it superstitions, but I have tried it too often. Try to find money somewhere else and come, farewell. I felt ashamed to confess my position to my friend, and sending for a money-lander I emptied my trunk before him. We made an inventory of my clothes, and the honest broker gave me thirty sequins, with the understanding that if I did not redeem them within three days, all my things would become his property. I am bound to call him an honest man, for he advised me to keep three shirts, a few pair of stockings, and a few handkerchiefs. I was disposed to let him take everything, having a presentiment that I would win back all I had lost, a very common error. A few years later I took my revenge by writing a diatribe against presentiments. I am of opinion that the only foreboding in which man can have of any sort of faith is the one which forebodes evil, because it comes from the mind, while a presentiment of happiness has its origin in the heart, and the heart is a fool worthy of reckoning foolishly upon fickle fortune. I did not lose any time in joining the honest company, which was alarmed at the thought of not seeing me. Supper went af without any allusion to gambling, but my admirable qualities were highly praised, and it was decided that a brilliant fortune awaited me in Rome. After Supper there was no talk of play, but to giving way to my evil genius I'd loudly ask for my revenge. I was told that if I would take the bank, everyone would punt. I took the bank, lost every seat when I had, and retired, begging the monks to pay what I owed to the landlord, which he promised to do. I was in despair, and to crown my misery I found out, as I was going home, that I had met the day before with another living specimen of the Greek woman, less beautiful, but as perfidious. I went to bed stunned by my grief, and I believe that I must have fainted into a heavy sleep, which lasted eleven hours. My awakening was that of a miserable being, hating the light of heaven, of which he felt himself unworthy, and I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep for a little while longer. I dreaded to rouse myself up entirely, knowing that I would then have to take some decision, but I never once thought of returning to Venice, which would have been the very best thing to do, and I would have destroyed myself rather than confide my sad position to the young doctor. I was weary of my existence, and I entertained vaguely some hope of starving where I was, without leaving my bed. It is certain that I should not have got up if Mr. Albin, the master of the peota, had not roused me by calling upon me and informing me that the boat was ready to sail. The man who is delivered from great perplexity, no matter by what means, feels himself relieved. It seemed to me that Captain Albin had come to point out the only thing I could possibly do. I dressed myself in haste, and tying all my worldly positions in a handkerchief, I went on board. Soon afterwards we left the shore, and in the morning we cast anchor in Orsara, the support of Istria. We all landed to visit the city, which would more properly be called a village. It belongs to the Pope, the Republic of Venice, having abandoned it to the Holy See. A young monk of the Order of the Recollects, who called himself Raya Stefano of Belun, and had obtained a free passage from the devout Captain Albin, joined me as we landed and inquired whether I felt sick. Reverend Father, I am unhappy. You will forget all your sorrow, if you will come and dine with me at the house of one of our devout friends. I had not broken my fast for thirty-six hours, and having suffered much from sea sickness during the night, my stomach was quite empty. My erratic inconvenience made me very uncomfortable. My mind felt deeply the consciousness of my degradation, and I did not possess a groat. I was in such a miserable state that I had no strength to accept or to refuse anything. I was thoroughly torpid, and I followed the monk mechanically. He presented me to a lady, saying that he was accompanying me to Rome, where I intend to become a Franciscan. This untruth disgusted me, and under any other circumstance I would not have let it pass without protest. But in my actual position, it struck me as rather comical. The good lady gave us a good dinner of fish cooked in oil, which in our sara is delicious, and we drank some exquisite rufosco. During our meal, a priest happened to drop in, and after a short conversation, he told me that I ought not pass the night on board the tartan, and pressed me to accept a bed in his house and a good dinner for the next day in case the wind should not allow us to sell. I accepted without hesitation. I offered my most sincere thanks to the good old lady, and the priest took me all over the town. In the evening, he brought me to his house where we partook of an excellent supper prepared by his housekeeper, who sat down to the table with us, and with whom I was much pleased. The rufosco, still better than that which I had drunk at dinner, scattered all my misery to the wind. And I conversed gaily with the priest. He offered to read to me a poem of his own composition. But feeling that my eyes would not keep open, I begged he would excuse me and postpone the reading until the following day. I went to bed, and in the morning, after ten hours of the most profound sleep, the housekeeper, who had been watching for my awakening, brought me some coffee. I thought her a charming woman, but alas, I was not in a fit state to prove to her the high estimation in which I held her beauty. Entertaining feelings of gratitude for my kind host, and disposed to listen attentively to his poem, I dismissed all sadness, and I paid his poetry such compliments that he was delighted, and, finding me much more talented than he had judged me to be at first, he insisted upon treating me to a reading of his idols. And I had to swallow them, bearing the inflection cheerfully. The day passed off very agreeably. The housekeeper surrounded me with the kindest attentions, approved that she was smitten with me, and, giving way to that pleasing idea, I felt that, by a very natural system of reciprocity, she had made my conquest. The good priest thought that the day had passed like lightning, thanks to all the beauties that I had discovered in his poetry, which, to speak the truth, was below mediocrity. The time seemed to me to drag along very slowly, because the friendly glances of the housekeeper made me long for bedtime, in spite of the miserable condition in which I felt myself morally and physically. But such was my nature. I abandoned myself to joy and happiness, when, had I been more reasonable, I ought to have sunk under my grief and sadness. But the golden time came at last. I found the pretty housekeeper full of compliance, but only up to a certain point. And as she offered some resistance, when I shooed myself disposed to pay a full homage to her charms, I quietly gave up the undertaking. Very well pleased for both of us, that it had not been carried any further, and I sought my couch in peace. But I had not seen the end of the adventure. For the next morning, when she brought my coffee, her pretty, enticing manners allured me to bestow a few loving caresses upon her. And if she did not abandon herself entirely, it was only, as she said, because she was afraid of some surprise. The day passed on very pleasantly with the good priest, and at night the housekeeper no longer fearing detection. And I, having on my side taken every precaution necessary in the state in which I was, we passed two most delicious hours. I left Orsara the next morning. Fierce Stefano amused me all day with his talk, which plainly showed me his ignorance, combined with navery, under the veil of simplicity. He made me look at the alms he had received in Orsara—bread, wine, cheese, sausages, preserves, and chocolate. Every nook and cranny of his holy garment was full of provisions. Have you received money likewise? I inquired. God forbid! In the first place, our glorious order does not permit me to touch money. And, in the second place, were I to be foolish enough to receive any when I am begging. People would think themselves quits of me with one or two stews whilst they dive me ten times as much in eatables. Believe me, Saint Francis was a very delicious man. I bethought myself that what this monk called wealth would be poverty to me. He offered to share with me, and seemed very proud at my consenting to honor him so far. The tartan touched and the harbor of Pola, called Beruda, and we landed. After a walk of the hill of nearly a quarter of an hour, we entered the city, and I devoted a couple of hours to visiting the Roman antiquities, which on numerous, the town having been the metropolis of the empire. Yet, I saw no other trace of grand buildings except the ruins of the arena. We returned to Beruda, and went again to sea. On the following day we sighted Ancona, but the wind being against us, we were compelled to tack about, and we did not reach the port till the second day. The harbor of Ancona, although considered one of the great works of Trajan, would be very unsafe if it were not for causeway which has caused a great deal of money, and which makes it somewhat better. I observed a fact worthy of notice, namely that in the Adriatic, the northern coast has many harbors, while the opposite coast can only boast one or two. It is evident that the sea is retiring by degrees towards the east, and what in three or four more centuries Venice must be joined to the land. We landed at the old Lasaretto, where we received the pleasant information that we would go through a quarantine of twenty-eight days, because Venice had admitted, after a quarantine of three months, the crew of two ships from Messina, where the plague had recently been raging. I requested a room for myself, and for Brother Stefano, who thanked me very heartily. I hired from a Jew a bed, a table, and a few chairs, promising to pay for the hire at the expiration of our quarantine. The monk would have nothing but straw. If he had guessed that without him I might have starved, he would most likely not have felt so much vanity at sharing my room. A seller, expecting to find in me a generous customer, came to inquire where my trunk was, and, hearing from me that I did not know, he, as well as Captain Albin, went to a great deal of trouble to find it, and I could hardly keep down my merriment when the captain called begging to be excused for having left it behind, and assuring me that he would take care to forward it to me in less than three weeks. The friar, who had to remain with me four weeks, expected to live at my expense, while, on the contrary, he had been sent by Providence to keep me. He had provisions enough for one week, but it was necessary to think of the future. After supper, I drew a most affecting picture of my position, showing that I would be in need of everything until my arrival at Rome, where I was going, I said, to fill the post of Secretary of Memorials, and my astonishment may be imagined when I saw the blockhead, delighted at the recital of my misfortunes. I undertake to take care of you until we reach Rome, only tell me whether you can write. What a question. Are you joking? Why should I? Look at me. I cannot write anything but my name. True, I can write it with either hand, and what else do I want to know? You astonished me greatly, for I thought you were a priest. I am a monk. I say the mass. And, as a matter, of course, I must know how to read. San Francis, whose unworthy son I am, could not read, and that is the reason why he never said a mass. But as you can write, you will tomorrow append a letter in my name to the person whose name I will give you. And I warrant you, we shall have enough sense here to live like fighting cocks all through our quarantine. The next day, he made me write eight letters, because, in the oral tradition of his order, it is said that, when a monk has not at seven doors, and has met with a refusal at every one of them, he must apply to the eight with perfect confidence, because there he is certain of receiving alms. As he had already performed the pilgrimage to Rome, he knew every person in Encona devoted to the court of San Francis, and was acquainted with the superiors of all the rich convent. I had to write to every person he named, and to set down all the lies he dictated to me. He likewise made me sign the letters for him, saying that, if he signed himself, his correspondence would see that the letters had not been written by him, which would injure him, for, he added, in this age of corruption, people with esteem only learned man. He compelled me to fill the letters with Latin passages and quotations, even those addressed to ladies, and I remonstrated in vain, for when I raised any objection, he threatened to leave me without anything to eat. I made up my mind to do exactly as he wished. He desired me to write to the superior of the Jesuits that he would not apply to the Capuchins, because they were no better than atheists, and that that was the reason of the great dislike of San Francis for them. It was in vain that I reminded him of the fact that, in the time of San Francis, there were neither Capuchins nor Recollects. His answer was that I had proved myself in ignoramus. I firmly believed that he would be not a madman, and that we should not receive anything, but I was mistaken, for such a quantity of provisions came pouring in that I was amazed. Wine was sent from three or four different quarters, more than enough for us during all our stay, and yet I drank nothing but water. No great was my wish to recover my health. As for eatables, enough was sent in every day for six persons. We gave all our surplus to our keeper, who had a large family. But the monk felt no gratitude for the kind souls who bestowed their charity upon him, and all his thanks were reserved for San Francis. He undertook to have my men washed by the keeper. I would not have dared to give it myself. And he said that he had nothing to fear, as everybody was well aware that the monks of his order never wear any kind of linen. I kept myself in bed nearly all day, and thus avoided sharing myself to visitors. The persons who did not come wrote letters full of incandruities cleverly worded, which I took good care not to point out to him. It was with great difficulty that I tried to persuade him that those letters did not require an answer. A fortnight of repose and severe diet brought me round towards complete recovery, and I began to walk in the yard of the Lasareto from morning till night. But the arrival of a Turk from Thessalonia with his family compelled me to suspend my walks, the ground floor having been given to him. The only pleasure left me was to spend my time on the balcony overlooking the yard. I soon saw a Greek slave, a girl of dazzling beauty, from whom I felt the deepest interest. She was in the habit of spending the whole day sitting near the door with a book or some embroidery in her hand. If she happened to raise her eyes and to meet mine, she modestly bent her hand down, and sometimes she rose and went in slowly, as if she meant to say, I did not know that somebody was looking at me. Her figure was tall and slender. Her features proclaimed her to be very young. She had a very fair complexion, with beautiful black hair and eyes. She wore the Greek costume, which gave her person a certain air of very exciting voluptuousness. I was perfectly idle, and with the temperament which nature and habit had given me, was it likely that I could feast my eyes constantly upon such a charming object without falling desperately in love? I have heard her conversing in lingua franca with her master, a fine old man, who, like her, felt very weary of the quarantine, and used to come out but sell them, smoking his pipe, and remaining in the yard only a short time. I felt a great temptation to address a few words to the beautiful girl, but I was afraid she might run away and never come out again. However, unable to control myself any longer, I determined to write to her. I had no difficulty in conveying the letter, as I had only to let it fall from my balcony. She might have refused to pick it up, and this is the plan I adopted in order not to risk any unpleasant result. Availing myself of a moment during which she was alone in the yard, I dropped from my balcony a small piece of paper folded like a letter, but had taken care not to write anything on it, and held the true letter in my hand. As soon as I saw her stooping down to pick up the first, I quickly let the second drop at her feet, and she put both into her pocket. A few minutes afterwards, she left the yard. My letter was somewhat to this effect. Beautiful angel from the east, I worship you. I will remain all night on this balcony in the hope that you will come to me for a quarter of an hour, and listen to my voice through the hole under my feet. We can speak softly, and in order to hear me, you can climb up to the top of the bale of goods, which lies beneath the same hole. I begged from my keeper not to lock me in, as he did every night, and he consented on condition that he would watch me, for if I had jumped down in the yard, his life might have been the penalty, and he promised not to disturb me on the balcony. That midnight, as I was beginning to give her up, she came forward. Then I laid myself flat on the floor of the balcony, and I placed my head against the hole, about six inches square. I saw her jump on the bale, and her hand reached within a foot from the balcony. She was compelled to steady herself with one hand against the wall for fear of falling, and in that position we talked of love, of ardent desires, of obstacles, of impossibilities, and of cunning artifices. I told her the reason for which I dared not jump down in the yard, and she observed that even without that reason. It would bring ruin upon us, as it would be impossible to come up again. And that besides, God alone knew what her master would do if he were to find us together. Then, promising to visit me this way every night, she passed her hand through the hole. Alas, I could not leave of kissing it, for I thought that I had never in my life touched so soft, so delicate a hand. But what bliss when she begged for mine? I quickly thrust my arm through the hole, so that she could fasten her lips to the bend of the elbow. How many sweet liberties my hands ventured to take! But we were at last compelled by prudence to separate, and when I returned to my room, I saw with great pleasure that the keeper was fast asleep. Although I was delighted at having obtained every favour I could possibly wish for in the uncomfortable position we had been in, I raked my brain to contrive the means of securing more complete enjoyment for the following night. But I found during the afternoon that the feminine cunning of my beautiful Greek was more fertile than mine. Being alone in the yard with her master, she had a few words to him in Turkish, to which he seemed to give his approval, and soon after a servant, assisted by the keeper, brought under the balcony a large basket of goods. She overlooked the arrangement, and in order to secure the basket better, she made the servant place a bale of cotton across two others. Guessing at her purpose, I fairly leaped for joy, for she had found the way of raising herself two feet higher. But I thought that she would then find herself in the most inconvenient position, and that, forced to bend double, she would not be able to resist the fatigue. The hole was not wide enough for her head to pass through, otherwise she might have stood erect and been comfortable. It was necessary at all events to guard against that difficulty. The only way was to tear out one of the planks of the floor of the balcony, but it was not an easy undertaking. Yet I decided upon attempting it, regardless of the consequences, and I went to my room to provide myself with a large pair of pincers. Luckily, the keeper was absent, and availing myself of the opportunity, I succeeded in dragging out carefully the four large nails which pass in the plank. Finding that I could lift it at my will, I replaced the pincers, and waited for the night with amorous impatience. The darling girl came exactly at midnight, noticing the difficulty she experienced in climbing up, and in getting a footing on the third bell of cotton, I lifted the plank, and, extending my arm as far as I could, I offered her a steady point of support. She stood straight, and found herself agreeably surprised, for she could pass her head and her arms through the hole. We wasted no time in empty compliments. We only congratulated each other upon having both worked for the same purpose. If the night before, I had found myself master of her person more than she was of mine. This time, the position was entirely reversed. Her hand roamed freely over every part of my body, but I had to stop halfway down hers. She cursed the man who had packed her bell for not having made it half a foot bigger, so as to get nearer to me. Very likely, even that, would have not satisfied us, but she would have felt happier. Our pleasures were barren, yet we kept up our enjoyment until the first streak of light. I put back the plank carefully, and I lay down in my bed in great need of recruiting my strength. My dear mistress had informed me that the Turkish Behrim began dance very morning, and would last three days, during which it would be impossible for her to see me. The night after Behrim, she did not fail to make her appearance, and, saying that she could not be happy without me, she told me that, as she was a Christian woman, I could buy her, if I waited for her after leaving the Lazareto. I was compelled to tell her that I did not possess the means of doing so, and my confession made her sigh. On the following night, she informed me that her master would sell her for two thousand piasters, that she would give me the amount, and that she was yet a virgin, and that I would be pleased with my bargain. She added that she would give me a casket full of diamonds, one of which was alone worth two thousand piasters, and that the sale of the others would place us beyond the reach of poverty for the remainder of our life. She assured me that her master would not notice the loss of the casket, and that, if he did, he would never think of accusing her. I was in love with that girl, and her proposal made me uncomfortable. But when I woke in the morning, I did not hesitate any longer. She brought the casket in the evening. But I told her that I never could make up my mind to be accessory to a robbery. She was very unhappy, and said that my love was not as deep as her own, but that she could not help admiring me for being so good a Christian.