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Military Career

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CHAPTER XIII 

CHAPTER XIV 

CHAPTER XV  

MEMOIRS OF JACQUES CASANOVA de SEINGALT 17251798

VENETIAN YEARS, Volume 1cMILITARY CAREER

THE RARE UNABRIDGED LONDON EDITION OF 1894 TRANSLATED BY ARTHUR

MACHEN TO WHICH HAS BEEN ADDED THE CHAPTERS DISCOVERED

BY ARTHUR SYMONS.

CHAPTER XIII

I Renounce the Clerical Profession, and Enter the Military  Service  Therese Leaves for Naples, and I Go to

VeniceI Am  Appointed Ensign  in the Army of My Native CountryI Embark for Corfu,  and Land at

Orsera to Take a Walk 

I had been careful, on my arrival in Bologna, to take up my  quarters  at a small inn, so as not to attract any

notice, and as soon  as I had  dispatched my letters to Therese and the French officer, I  thought of  purchasing

some linen, as it was at least doubtful whether  I should  ever get my trunk.  I deemed it expedient to order

some  clothes  likewise.  I was thus ruminating, when it suddenly struck me  that I  was not likely now to

succeed in the Church, but feeling great  uncertainty as to the profession I ought to adopt, I took a fancy to

transform myself into an officer, as it was evident that I had not to  account to anyone for my actions.  It was a

very natural fancy at my  age, for I had just passed through two armies in which I had seen no  respect paid to

any garb but to the military uniform, and I did not  see why I should not cause myself to be respected likewise.

Besides,  I was thinking of returning to Venice, and felt great delight at the  idea of shewing myself there in the

garb of honour, for I had been  rather illtreated in that of religion. 

I enquired for a good tailor: death was brought to me, for the  tailor  sent to me was named Morte.  I explained

to him how I wanted my  uniform made, I chose the cloth, he took my measure, and the next day  I was

transformed into a follower of Mars.  I procured a long sword,  and with my fine cane in hand, with a

wellbrushed hat ornamented  with a black cockade, and wearing a long false pigtail, I sallied  forth and

walked all over the city. 

I bethought myself that the importance of my new calling required a  better and more showy lodging than the

one I had secured on my  arrival, and I moved to the best inn.  I like even now to recollect  the pleasing

impression I felt when I was able to admire myself full  length in a large mirror.  I was highly pleased with my

own person!  I  thought myself made by nature to wear and to honour the military  costume, which I had

adopted through the most fortunate impulse.  Certain that nobody knew me, I enjoyed by anticipation all the

conjectures which people would indulge in respecting me, when I made  my first appearance in the most

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fashionable caf‚ of the town. 

My uniform was white, the vest blue, a gold and silver  shoulderknot,  and a swordknot of the same

material.  Very well  pleased with my  grand appearance, I went to the coffeeroom, and,  taking some

chocolate, began to read the newspapers, quite at my ease,  and  delighted to see that everybody was puzzled.

A bold individual,  in  the hope of getting me into conversation, came to me and addressed  me; I answered him

with a monosyllable, and I observed that everyone  was at a loss what to make of me.  When I had sufficiently

enjoyed  public admiration in the coffeeroom, I promenaded in the busiest  thoroughfares of the city, and

returned to the inn, where I had  dinner by myself. 

I had just concluded my repast when my landlord presented himself  with the travellers' book, in which he

wanted to register my name. 

"Casanova." 

"Your profession, if you please, sir?" 

"Officer." 

"In which service?" 

"None." 

"Your native place?" 

"Venice." 

"Where do you come from?" 

"That is no business of yours." 

This answer, which I thought was in keeping with my external  appearance, had the desired effect: the

landlord bowed himself out,  and I felt highly pleased with myself, for I knew that I should enjoy  perfect

freedom in Bologna, and I was certain that mine host had  visited me at the instance of some curious person

eager to know who I  was. 

The next day I called on M. Orsi, the banker, to cash my bill of  exchange, and took another for six hundred

sequins on Venice, and one  hundred sequins in gold after which I again exhibited myself in the  public places.

Two days afterwards, whilst I was taking my coffee  after dinner, the banker Orsi was announced.  I desired

him to be  shewn in, and he made his appearance accompanied my Monsignor  Cornaro, whom I feigned not to

know.  M. Orsi remarked that he had  called to offer me his services for my letters of exchange, and  introduced

the prelate.  I rose and expressed my gratification at  making his acquaintance.  "But we have met before," he

replied, "at  Venice and Rome."  Assuming an air of blank surprise, I told him he  must certainly be mistaken.

The prelate, thinking he could guess the  reason of my reserve, did not insist, and apologized.  I offered him  a

cup of coffee, which he accepted, and, on leaving me, he begged the  honour of my company to breakfast the

next day. 

I made up my mind to persist in my denials, and called upon the  prelate, who gave me a polite welcome.  He

was then apostolic  prothonotary in Bologna.  Breakfast was served, and as we were  sipping our chocolate, he

told me that I had most likely some good  reasons to warrant my reserve, but that I was wrong not to trust him,

the more so that the affair in question did me great honour.  "I do  not know," said I, "what affair you are


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alluding to."  He then handed  me a newspaper, telling me to read a paragraph which he pointed out.  My

astonishment may be imagined when I read the following  correspondence from Pesaro: "M. de Casanova, an

officer in the  service of the queen, has deserted after having killed his captain in  a duel; the circumstances of

the duel are not known; all that has  been ascertained is that M. de Casanova has taken the road to Rimini,

riding the horse belonging to the captain, who was killed on the  spot." 

In spite of my surprise, and of the difficulty I had in keeping my  gravity at the reading of the paragraph, in

which so much untruth was  blended with so little that was real, I managed to keep a serious  countenance, and

I told the prelate that the Casanova spoken of in  the newspaper must be another man. 

"That may be, but you are certainly the Casanova I knew a month ago  at Cardinal Acquaviva's, and two years

ago at the house of my sister,  Madame Lovedan, in Venice.  Besides the Ancona banker speaks of you  as an

ecclesiastic in his letter of advice to M. Orsi:" 

"Very well, monsignor; your excellency compels me to agree to my  being the same Casanova, but I entreat

you not to ask me any more  questions as I am bound in honour to observe the strictest reserve." 

"That is enough for me, and I am satisfied.  Let us talk of  something  else." 

I was amused at the false reports which were being circulated about  me, and, I became from that moment a

thorough sceptic on the subject  of historical truth.  I enjoyed, however, very great pleasure in  thinking that my

reserve had fed the belief of my being the Casanova  mentioned in the newspaper.  I felt certain that the prelate

would  write the whole affair to Venice, where it would do me great honour,  at least until the truth should be

known, and in that case my reserve  would be justified, besides, I should then most likely be far away.  I  made

up my mind to go to Venice as soon as I heard from Therese, as  I  thought that I could wait for her there more

comfortably than in  Bologna, and in my native place there was nothing to hinder me from  marrying her

openly.  In the mean time the fable from Pesaro amused  me a good deal, and I expected every day to see it

denied in some  newspaper.  The real officer Casanova must have laughed at the  accusation brought against

him of having run away with the horse, as  much as I laughed at the caprice which had metamorphosed me

into an  officer in Bologna, just as if I had done it for the very purpose of  giving to the affair every appearance

of truth. 

On the fourth day of my stay in Bologna, I received by express a  long  letter from Therese.  She informed me

that, on the day after my  escape from Rimini, Baron Vais had presented to her the Duke de  Castropignano,

who, having heard her sing, had offered her one  thousand ounces a year, and all travelling expenses paid, if

she  would accept an engagement as primadonna at the San Carlo Theatre,  at Naples, where she would have

to go immediately after her Rimini  engagement.  She had requested and obtained a week to come to a

decision.  She enclosed two documents, the first was the written  memorandum of the duke's proposals, which

she sent in order that I  should peruse it, as she did not wish to sign it without my consent;  the second was a

formal engagement, written by herself, to remain all  her life devoted to me and at my service.  She added in

her letter  that, if I wished to accompany her to Naples, she would meet me  anywhere I might appoint, but

that, if I had any objection to return  to that city, she would immediately refuse the brilliant offer, for  her only

happiness was to please me in all things. 

For the first time in my life I found myself in need of thoughtful  consideration before I could make up my

mind.  Therese's letter had  entirely upset all my ideas, and, feeling that I could not answer it  a once, I told the

messenger to call the next day. 

Two motives of equal weight kept the balance wavering; selflove  and  love for Therese.  I felt that I ought not

to require Therese to  give  up such prospects of fortune; but I could not take upon myself  either  to let her go to

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Therese's  prospects; on the other side, the idea of the blow inflicted  on my  selflove, on my pride, if I went to

Naples with her, sickened  me. 

How could I make up my mind to reappear in that city, in the guise  of  a cowardly fellow living at the expense

of his mistress or his  wife?  What would my cousin Antonio, Don Polo and his dear son, Don  Lelio  Caraffa,

and all the patricians who knew me, have said?  The  thought  of Lucrezia and of her husband sent a cold shiver

through me.  I  considered that, in spite of my love for Therese, I should become  very miserable if everyone

despised me.  Linked to her destiny as a  lover or as a husband, I would be a degraded, humbled, and mean

sycophant.  Then came the thought, Is this to be the end of all my  hopes?  The die was cast, my head had

conquered my heart.  I fancied  that I had hit upon an excellent expedient, which at all events made  me gain

time, and I resolved to act upon it.  I wrote to Therese,  advising her to accept the engagement for Naples,

where she might  expect me to join her in the month of July, or after my return from  Constantinople.  I

cautioned her to engage an honestlooking waiting  woman, so as to appear respectably in the world, and, to

lead such a  life as would permit me to make her my wife, on my return, without  being ashamed of myself.  I

foresaw that her success would be insured  by her beauty even more than by her talent, and, with my nature, I

knew that I could never assume the character of an easygoing lover  or of a compliant husband. 

Had I received Therese's letter one week sooner, it is certain that  she would not have gone to Naples, for my

love would then have proved  stronger than my reason; but in matters of love, as well as in all  others, Time is

a great teacher. 

I told Therese to direct her answer to Bologna, and, three days  after, I received from her a letter loving, and at

the same time sad,  in which she informed me that she had signed the engagement.  She had  secured the

services of a woman whom she could present as her mother;  she would reach Naples towards the middle of

May, and she would wait  for me there till she heard from me that I no longer wanted her. 

Four days after the receipt of that letter, the last but one that  Therese wrote me, I left Bologna for Venice.

Before my departure I  had received an answer form the French officer, advising me that my  passport had

reached Pesaro, and that he was ready to forward it to  me with my trunk, if I would pay M. Marcello Birna,

the proveditore  of the Spanish army, whose address he enclosed, the sum of fifty  doubloons for the horse

which I had run away with, or which had run  away with me.  I repaired at once to the house of the

proveditore,  well pleased to settle that affair, and I received my trunk and my  passport a few hours before

leaving Bologna.  But as my paying for  the horse was known all over the town, Monsignor Cornaro was

confirmed in his belief that I had killed my captain in a duel. 

To go to Venice, it was necessary to submit to a quarantine, which  had been adhered to only because the two

governments had fallen out.  The Venetians wanted the Pope to be the first in giving free passage  through his

frontiers, and the Pope insisted that the Venetians  should take the initiative.  The result of this trifling pique

between the two governments was great hindrance to commerce, but very  often that which bears only upon

the private interest of the people  is lightly treated by the rulers.  I did not wish to be quarantined,  and

determined on evading it.  It was rather a delicate undertaking,  for in Venice the sanitary laws are very strict,

but in those days I  delighted in doing, if not everything that was forbidden, at least  everything which offered

real difficulties. 

I knew that between the state of Mantua and that of Venice the  passage was free, and I knew likewise that

there was no restriction  in the communication between Mantua and Modena; if I could therefore  penetrate

into the state of Mantua by stating that I was coming from  Modena, my success would be certain, because I

could then cross the  Po and go straight to Venice.  I got a carrier to drive me to Revero,  a city situated on the

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The driver told me that, if he took the crossroads, he could go to  Revero, and say that we came from Mantua,

and that the only  difficulty would be in the absence of the sanitary certificate which  is delivered in Mantua,

and which was certain to be asked for in  Revero.  I suggested that the best way to manage would be for him to

say that he had lost it, and a little money removed every objection  on his part. 

When we reached the gates of Revero, I represented myself as a  Spanish officer going to Venice to meet the

Duke of Modena (whom I  knew to be there) on business of the greatest importance.  The  sanitary certificate

was not even demanded, military honours were  duly paid to me, and I was most civilly treated.  A certificate

was  immediately delivered to me, setting forth that I was travelling from  Revero, and with it I crossed the Po,

without any difficulty, at  Ostiglia, from which place I proceeded to Legnago.  There I left my  carrier as much

pleased with my generosity as with the good luck  which had attended our journey, and, taking posthorses, I

reached  Venice in the evening.  I remarked that it was the and of April,  1744, the anniversary of my birth,

which, ten times during my life,  has been marked by some important event. 

The very next morning I went to the exchange in order to procure a  passage to Constantinople, but I could not

find any passenger ship  sailing before two or three months, and I engaged a berth in a  Venetian ship called,

Our Lady of the Rosary, Commander Zane, which  was to sail for Corfu in the course of the month. 

Having thus prepared myself to obey my destiny, which, according to  my superstitious feelings, called me

imperiously to Constantinople, I  went to St: Mark's Square in order to see and to be seen, enjoying by

anticipation the surprise of my acquaintances at not finding me any  longer an abbe.  I must not forget to state

that at Revero I had  decorated my hat with a red cockade. 

I thought that my first visit was, by right, due to the Abbe  Grimani.  The moment he saw me he raised a

perfect shriek of  astonishment, for  he thought I was still with Cardinal Acquaviva, on  the road to a  political

career, and he saw standing before him a son  of Mars.  He  had just left the dinnertable as I entered, and he

had  company.  I  observed amongst the guests an officer wearing the Spanish  uniform,  but I was not put out of

countenance.  I told the Abbe  Grimani that I  was only passing through Venice, and that I had felt it  a duty and

a  pleasure to pay my respects to him. 

"I did not expect to see you in such a costume." 

"I have resolved to throw off the garb which could not procure me a  fortune likely to satisfy my ambition." 

"Where are you going?" 

"To Constantinople; and I hope to find a quick passage to Corfu, as  I  have dispatches from Cardinal

Acquaviva." 

"Where do you come from now?" 

"From the Spanish army, which I left ten days ago." 

These words were hardly spoken, when I heard the voice of a young  nobleman exclaiming; 

"That is not true." 

"The profession to which I belong," I said to him with great  animation, "does not permit me to let anyone

give me the lie." 

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I wore an uniform; it seemed to me that I was right in showing that  sensitive and haughty pride which forms

one of the characteristics of  military men.  I was no longer a priest: I could not bear being given  the lie,

especially when it had been given to me in so public a  manner. 

I called upon Madame Manzoni, whom I was longing to see.  She was  very happy to see me, and did not fail

to remind me of her  prediction.  I told her my history, which amused her much; but she  said that if I went to

Constantinople I should most likely never see  her again. 

After my visit to Madame Manzoni I went to the house of Madame  Orio,  where I found worthy M. Rosa,

Nanette, and Marton.  They were  all  greatly surprised, indeed petrified at seeing me.  The two lovely  sisters

looked more beautiful than ever, but I did not think it  necessary to tell them the history of my nine months

absence, for it  would not have edified the aunt or pleased the nieces.  I satisfied  myself with telling them as

much as I thought fit, and amused them  for three hours.  Seeing that the good old lady was carried away by

her enthusiasm, I told her that I should be very happy to pass under  her roof the four or five weeks of my stay

in Venice, if she could  give me a room and supper, but on condition that I should not prove a  burden to her or

to her charming nieces. 

"I should be only too happy," she answered, "to have you so long,  but  I have no room to offer you." 

"Yes, you have one, my dear," exclaimed M. Rosa, "and I undertake  to  put it to rights within two hours." 

It was the room adjoining the chamber of the two sisters.  Nanette  said immediately that she would come

downstairs with her sister, but  Madame Orio answered that it was unnecessary, as they could lock  themselves

in their room. 

"There would be no need for them to do that, madam," I said, with a  serious and modest air; "and if I am

likely to occasion the slightest  disturbance, I can remain at the inn." 

"There will be no disturbance whatever; but forgive my nieces, they  are young prudes, and have a very high

opinion of themselves:" 

Everything being satisfactorily arranged, I forced upon Madame Orio  a  payment of fifteen sequins in

advance, assuring her that I was rich,  and that I had made a very good bargain, as I should spend a great  deal

more if I kept my room at the inn.  I added that I would send my  luggage, and take up my quarters in her

house on the following day.  During the whole of the conversation, I could see the eyes of my two  dear little

wives sparkling with pleasure, and they reconquered all  their influence over my heart in spite of my love for

Therese, whose  image was, all the same, brilliant in my soul: this was a passing  infidelity, but not

inconstancy. 

On the following day I called at the war office, but, to avoid  every  chance of unpleasantness, I took care to

remove my cockade.  I  found  in the office Major Pelodoro, who could not control his joy when  he  saw me in a

military uniform, and hugged me with delight.  As soon  as  I had explained to him that I wanted to go to

Constantinople, and  that, although in uniform, I was free, he advised me earnestly to  seek the favour of going

to Turkey with the bailo, who intended to  leave within two months, and even to try to obtain service in the

Venetian army. 

His advice suited me exactly, and the secretary of war, who had  known  me the year before, happening to see

me, summoned me to him.  He  told  me that he had received letters from Bologna which had informed  him  of

a certain adventure entirely to my honour, adding that he knew  that I would not acknowledge it.  He then

asked me if I had received  my discharge before leaving the Spanish army. 


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"I could not receive my discharge, as I was never in the service." 

"And how did you manage to come to Venice without performing  quarantine?" 

"Persons coming from Mantua are not subject to it." 

"True; but I advise you to enter the Venetian service like Major  Pelodoro." 

As I was leaving the ducal palace, I met the Abbe Grimani who told  me  that the abrupt manner in which I had

left his house had displeased  everybody. 

"Even the Spanish officer?" 

"No, for he remarked that, if you had truly been with the army, you  could not act differently, and he has

himself assured me that you  were there, and to prove what he asserted he made me read an article  in the

newspaper, in which it is stated that you killed your captain  in a duel.  Of course it is only a fable?" 

"How do you know that it is not a fact?" 

"Is it true, then?" 

"I do not say so, but it may be true, quite as true as my having  been  with the Spanish army ten days ago." 

"But that is impossible, unless you have broken through the  quarantine." 

"I have broken nothing.  I have openly crossed the Po at Revero,  and  here I am.  I am sorry not to be able to

present myself at your  excellency's palace, but I cannot do so until I have received the  most complete

satisfaction from the person who has given me the lie.  I could put up with an insult when I wore the livery of

humility, but  I cannot bear one now that I wear the garb of honour." 

"You are wrong to take it in such a high tone.  The person who  attacked your veracity is M. Valmarana, the

proveditore of the  sanitary department, and he contends that, as nobody can pass through  the cordon, it would

be impossible for you to be here.  Satisfaction,  indeed!  Have you forgotten who you are?" 

"No, I know who I am; and I know likewise that, if I was taken for  a  coward before leaving Venice, now that

I have returned no one shall  insult me without repenting it." 

"Come and dine with me." 

"No, because the Spanish officer would know it." 

"He would even see you, for he dines with me every day." 

"Very well, then I will go, and I will let him be the judge of my  quarrel with M. Valmarana." 

I dined that day with Major Pelodoro and several other officers,  who  agreed in advising me to enter the

service of the Republic, and I  resolved to do so.  "I am acquainted," said the major, "with a young  lieutenant

whose health is not sufficiently strong to allow him to go  to the East, and who would be glad to sell his

commission, for which  he wants one hundred sequins.  But it would be necessary to obtain  the consent of the

secretary of war."  "Mention the matter to him," I  replied, "the one hundred sequins are ready."  The major

undertook  the commission. 


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In the evening I went to Madame Orio, and I found myself very  comfortably lodged.  After supper, the aunt

told her nieces to shew  me, to my room, and, as may well be supposed, we spent a most  delightful night.

After that they took the agreeable duty by turns,  and in order to avoid any surprise in case the aunt should

take it  into her head to pay them a visit, we skilfully displaced a part of  the partition, which allowed them to

come in and out of my room  without opening the door.  But the good lady believed us three living  specimens

of virtue, and never thought of putting us to the test. 

Two or three days afterwards, M.  Grimani contrived an interview  between me and M. Valmarana, who told

me that, if he had been aware  that the sanitary line could be eluded, he would never have impugned  my

veracity, and thanked me for the information I had given him.  The  affair was thus agreeably arranged, and

until my departure I honoured  M. Grimani's excellent dinner with my presence every day. 

Towards the end of the month I entered the service of the Republic  in  the capacity of ensign in the Bala

regiment, then at Corfu; the  young  man who had left the regiment through the magical virtue of my  one

hundred sequins was lieutenant, but the secretary of war objected  to  my having that rank for reasons to which

I had to submit, if I  wished  to enter the army; but he promised me that, at the end of the  year, I  would be

promoted to the grade of lieutenant, and he granted  me a  furlough to go to Constantinople.  I accepted, for I

was  determined  to serve in the army. 

M. Pierre Vendramin, an illustrious senator, obtained me the favour  of a passage to Constantinople with the

Chevalier Venier, who was  proceeding to that city in the quality of bailo, but as he would  arrive in Corfu a

month after me, the chevalier very kindly promised  to take me as he called at Corfu. 

A few days before my departure, I received a letter from Therese,  who  informed me that the Duke de

Castropignano escorted her  everywhere.  "The duke is old," she wrote, "but even if he were young,  you would

have no cause for uneasiness on my account.  Should you ever  want any  money, draw upon me from any

place where you may happen to  be, and be  quite certain that your letters of exchange will be paid,  even if I

had to sell everything I possess to honour your signature." 

There was to be another passenger on board the ship of the line on  which I had engaged my passage, namely,

a noble Venetian, who was  going to Zante in the quality of counsellor, with a numerous and  brilliant retinue.

The captain of the ship told me that, if I was  obliged to take my meals alone, I was not likely to fare very

well,  and he advised me to obtain an introduction to the nobleman, who  would not fail to invite me to share

his table.  His name was Antonio  Dolfin, and he had been nicknamed Bucentoro, in consequence of his  air of

grandeur and the elegance of his toilet.  Fortunately I did  not require to beg an introduction, for M. Grimani

offered, of his  own accord, to present me to the magnificent councillor, who received  me in the kindest

manner, and invited me at once to take my meals at  his table.  He expressed a desire that I should make the

acquaintance  of his wife, who was to accompany him in the journey.  I called upon  her the next day, and I

found a lady perfect in manners, but already  of a certain age and completely deaf.  I had therefore but little

pleasure to expect from her conversation.  She had a very charming  young daughter whom she left in a

convent.  She became celebrated  afterwards, and she is still alive, I believe, the widow of  Procurator Iron,

whose family is extinct. 

I have seldom seen a finerlooking man, or a man of more imposing  appearance than M. Dolfin.  He was

eminently distinguished for his  wit and politeness.  He was eloquent, always cheerful when he lost at  cards,

the favourite of ladies, whom he endeavoured to please in  everything, always courageous, and of an equal

temper, whether in  good or in adverse fortune. 

He had ventured on travelling without permission, and had entered a  foreign service, which had brought him

into disgrace with the  government, for a noble son of Venice cannot be guilty of a greater  crime.  For this

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Highly gifted, generous, but not wealthy, M. Dolfin had been  compelled to solicit from the Grand Council a

lucrative governorship,  and had been appointed to Zante; but he started with such a splendid  suite that he was

not likely to save much out of his salary.  Such a  man as I have just portrayed could not make a fortune in

Venice,  because an aristocratic government can not obtain a state of lasting,  steady peace at home unless

equality is maintained amongst the  nobility, and equality, either moral or physical, cannot be  appreciated in

any other way than by appearances.  The result is that  the man who does not want to lay himself open to

persecution, and who  happens to be superior or inferior to the others, must endeavour to  conceal it by all

possible means.  If he is ambitious, he must feign  great contempt for dignities; if he seeks employment, he

must not  appear to want any; if his features are handsome, he must be careless  of his physical appearance; he

must dress badly, wear nothing in good  taste, ridicule every foreign importation, make his bow without  grace,

be careless in his manner; care nothing for the fine arts,  conceal his good breeding, have no foreign cook,

wear an uncombed  wig, and look rather dirty.  M. Dolfin was not endowed with any of  those eminent

qualities, and therefore he had no hope of a great  fortune in his native country. 

The day before my departure from Venice I did not go out; I devoted  the whole of the day to friendship.

Madame Orio and her lovely  nieces shed many tears, and I joined them in that delightful  employment.  During

the last night that I spent with both of them,  the sisters repeated over and over, in the midst of the raptures of

love, that they never would see me again.  They guessed rightly; but  if they had happened to see me again

they would have guessed wrongly.  Observe how wonderful prophets are! 

I went on board, on the 5th of May, with a good supply of clothing,  jewels, and ready cash.  Our ship carried

twentyfour guns and two  hundred Sclavonian soldiers.  We sailed from Malamacca to the shores  of Istria

during the night, and we came to anchor in the harbour of  Orsera to take ballast.  I landed with several others

to take a  stroll through the wretched place where I had spent three days nine  months before, a recollection

which caused me a pleasant sensation  when I compared my present position to what it was at that time.  What

a difference in everythinghealth, social condition, and money!  I  felt quite certain that in the splendid

uniform I was now wearing  nobody would recognize the miserablelooking abbe who, but for Friar

Stephano, would have becomeGod knows what! 

CHAPTER XIV

An Amusing Meeting in OrseraJourney to CorfuMy Stay in  ConstantinopleBonnevalMy Return to

CorfuMadame F.The False  PrinceI Run Away from CorfuMy Frolics at CasopoI Surrender My

self a PrisonerMy Speedy Release and TriumphMy Success with  Madame F. 

I affirm that a stupid servant is more dangerous than a bad one,  and  a much greater plague, for one can be on

one's guard against a  wicked  person, but never against a fool.  You can punish wickedness  but not  stupidity,

unless you send away the fool, male or female, who  is  guilty of it, and if you do so you generally find out that

the  change  has only thrown you out of the fryingpan into the fire. 

This chapter and the two following ones were written; they gave at  full length all the particulars which I must

now abridge, for my  silly servant has taken the three chapters for her own purposes.  She  pleaded as an excuse

that the sheets of paper were old, written upon,  covered with scribbling and erasures, and that she had taken

them in  preference to nice, clean paper, thinking that I would care much more  for the last than for the first.  I

flew into a violent passion, but  I was wrong, for the poor girl had acted with a good intent; her  judgment

alone had misled her.  It is well known that the first  result of anger is to deprive the angry man of the faculty

of reason,  for anger and reason do not belong to the same family.  Luckily,  passion does not keep me long

under its sway: 'Irasci, celerem tamen  et placabilem esse'.  After I had wasted my time in hurling at her  bitter

reproaches, the force of which did not strike her, and in  proving to her that she was a stupid fool, she refuted

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not yet in the best of tempers, I  went to work.  What I am going to write will probably not be so good  as what

I had composed when I felt in the proper humour, but  my  readers must be satisfied with it they will, like the

engineer, gain  in time what they lose in strength. 

I landed at Orsera while our ship was taking ballast, as a ship  cannot sail well when she is too light, and I was

walking about when  I remarked a man who was looking at me very attentively.  As I had no  dread of any

creditor, I thought that he was interested by my fine  appearance; I could not find fault with such a feeling,

and kept  walking on, but as I passed him, he addressed me: 

"Might I presume to enquire whether this is your first visit to  Orsera, captain?" 

"No, sir, it is my second visit to this city." 

"Were you not here last year?" 

"I was." 

"But you were not in uniform then?" 

"True again; but your questions begin to sound rather indiscreet." 

"Be good enough to forgive me, sir, for my curiosity is the  offspring  of gratitude.  I am indebted to you for the

greatest  benefits, and I  trust that Providence has brought you here again only  to give me the  opportunity of

making greater still my debt of  gratitude to you." 

"What on earth have I done, and what can I do for you?  I am at a  loss to guess your meaning." 

"Will you be so kind as to come and breakfast with me?  My house is  near at hand; my refosco is delicious,

please to taste it, and I will  convince you in a few words that you are truly my benefactor, and  that I have a

right to expect that you have returned Orsera to load  me with fresh benefits." 

I could not suspect the man of insanity; but, as I could not make  him  out, I fancied that he wanted to make me

purchase some of his  refosco, and I accepted his invitation.  We went up to his room, and  he left me for a few

moments to order breakfast.  I observed several  surgical instruments, which made me suppose that he was a

surgeon,  and I asked him when he returned. 

"Yes, captain; I have been practising surgery in this place for  twenty years, and in a very poor way, for I had

nothing to do, except  a few cases of bleeding, of cupping, and occasionally some slight  excoriation to dress or

a sprained ankle to put to rights.  I did not  earn even the poorest living.  But since last year a great change has

taken place; I have made a good deal of money, I have laid it out  advantageously, and it is to you, captain, to

you (may God bless  you!) that I am indebted for my present comforts." 

"But how so?" 

"In this way, captain.  You had a connection with Don Jerome's  housekeeper, and you left her, when you went

away, a certain souvenir  which she communicated to a friend of hers, who, in perfect good  faith, made a

present of it to his wife.  This lady did not wish, I  suppose, to be selfish, and she gave the souvenir to a

libertine who,  in his turn, was so generous with it that, in less than a month, I  had about fifty clients.  The

following months were not less  fruitful, and I gave the benefit of my attendance to everybody, of  course, for a

consideration.  There are a few patients still under my  care, but in a short time there will be no more, as the

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are a bird of good omen.  May I hope  that your visit will last long enough to enable you to renew the  source of

my fortune?" 

I laughed heartily, but he was grieved to hear that I was in  excellent health.  He remarked, however, that I was

not likely to be  so well off on my return, because, in the country to which I was  going, there was abundance

of damaged goods, but that no one knew  better than he did how to root out the venom left by the use of such

bad merchandise.  He begged that I would depend upon him, and not  trust myself in the hands of quacks, who

would be sure to palm their  remedies upon me.  I promised him everything, and, taking leave of  him with

many thanks, I returned to the ship.  I related the whole  affair to M. Dolfin, who was highly amused.  We

sailed on the  following day, but on the fourth day, on the other side of Curzola,  we were visited by a storm

which very nearly cost me my life.  This  is how it happened: 

The chaplain of the ship was a Sclavonian priest, very ignorant,  insolent and coarsemannered, and, as I

turned him into ridicule  whenever the opportunity offered, he had naturally become my sworn  enemy.  'Tant

de fiel entretil dans l'ame d'un devot!'  When the  storm was at its height, he posted himself on the

quarterdeck, and,  with book in hand, proceeded to exorcise all the spirits of hell whom  he thought he could

see in the clouds, and to whom he pointed for the  benefit of the sailors who, believing themselves lost, were

crying,  howling, and giving way to despair, instead of attending to the  working of the ship, then in great

danger on account of the rocks and  of the breakers which surrounded us. 

Seeing the peril of our position, and the evil effect of his  stupid,  incantations upon the minds of the sailors

whom the ignorant  priest  was throwing into the apathy of despair, instead of keeping up  their  courage, I

thought it prudent to interfere.  I went up the  rigging,  calling upon the sailors to do their duty cheerfully,

telling  them  that there were no devils, and that the priest who pretended to  see  them was a fool.  But it was in

vain that I spoke in the most  forcible manner, in vain that I went to work myself, and shewed that  safety was

only to be insured by active means, I could not prevent  the priest declaring that I was an Atheist, and he

managed to rouse  against me the anger of the greatest part of the crew.  The wind  continued to lash the sea

into fury for the two following days, and  the knave contrived to persuade the sailors who listened to him that

the hurricane would not abate as long as I was on board.  Imbued with  that conviction, one of the men,

thinking he had found a good  opportunity of fulfilling the wishes of the priest, came up to me as  I was

standing at the extreme end of the forecastle, and pushed me so  roughly that I was thrown over.  I should have

been irretrievably  lost, but the sharp point of an anchor, hanging along the side of the  ship, catching in my

clothes, prevented me from falling in the sea,  and proved truly my sheetanchor.  Some men came to my

assistance,  and I was saved.  A corporal then pointed out to me the sailor who  had tried to murder me, and

taking a stout stick I treated the  scoundrel to a sound thrashing; but the sailors, headed by the  furious priest,

rushed towards us when they heard his screams, and I  should have been killed if the soldiers had not taken

my part.  The  commander and M. Dolfin then came on deck, but they were compelled to  listen to the chaplain,

and to promise, in order to pacify the vile  rabble, that they would land me at the first opportunity.  But even

this was not enough; the priest demanded that I should give up to him  a certain parchment that I had

purchased from a Greek at Malamocco  just before sailing.  I had no recollection of it, but it was true.  I

laughed, and gave it to M.  Dolfin; he handed it to the fanatic  chaplain, who, exulting in his victory, called for

a large pan of  live coals from the cook's galley, and made an autodafe of the  document.  The unlucky

parchment, before it was entirely consumed,  kept writhing on the fire for half an hour, and the priest did not

fail to represent those contortions as a miracle, and all the sailors  were sure that it was an infernal manuscript

given to me by the  devil.  The virtue claimed for that piece of parchment by the man who  had sold it to me

was that it insured its lucky possessor the love of  all women, but I trust my readers will do me the justice to

believe  that I had no faith whatever in amorous philtres, talismans, or  amulets of any kind: I had purchased it

only for a joke. 

You can find throughout Italy, in Greece, and generally in every  country the inhabitants of which are yet

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dupes rags and toys to which they  boastingly attach wonderful virtues and properties; amulets which  render

invulnerable, scraps of cloth which defend from witchcraft,  small bags filled with drugs to keep away

goblins, and a thousand  gewgaws of the same description.  These wonderful goods have no  marketable value

whatever in France, in England, in Germany, and  throughout the north of Europe generally, but, in revenge,

the  inhabitants of those countries indulge in knavish practices of a much  worse kind. 

The storm abated just as the innocent parchment was writhing on the  fire, and the sailors, believing that the

spirits of hell had been  exorcised, thought no more of getting rid of my person, and after a  prosperous voyage

of a week we cast anchor at Corfu.  As soon as I  had found a comfortable lodging I took my letters to his

eminence the  proveditoregenerale, and to all the naval commanders to whom I was  recommended; and after

paying my respects to my colonel, and making  the acquaintance of the officers of my regiment, I prepared to

enjoy  myself until the arrival of the Chevalier Venier, who had promised to  take me to Constantinople.  He

arrived towards the middle of June,  but in the mean time I had been playing basset, and had lost all my

money, and sold or pledged all my jewellery. 

Such must be the fate awaiting every man who has a taste for  gambling, unless he should know how to fix

fickle fortune by playing  with a real advantage derived from calculation or from adroitness,  which defies

chance.  I think that a cool and prudent player can  manage both without exposing himself to censure, or

deserving to be  called a cheat. 

During the month that I spent in Corfu, waiting for the arrival of  M.  Venier, I did not devote any time to the

study, either moral or  physical, of the country, for, excepting the days on which I was on  duty, I passed my

life at the coffeehouse, intent upon the game, and  sinking, as a matter of course, under the adverse fortune

which I  braved with obstinacy.  I never won, and I had not the moral strength  to stop till all my means were

gone.  The only comfort I had, and a  sorry one truly, was to hear the banker himself call meperhaps

sarcasticallya fine player, every time I lost a large stake.  My  misery was at its height, when new life was

infused in me by the  booming of the guns fired in honour of the arrival of the bailo.  He  was on board the

Europa, a frigate of seventytwo guns, and he had  taken only eight days to sail from Venice to Corfu.  The

moment he  cast anchor, the bailo hoisted his flag of captaingeneral of the  Venetian navy, and the

proveditore hauled down his own colours. The  Republic of Venice has not on the sea any authority greater

than that  of Bailo to the Porte.  The Chevalier Venier had with him a  distinguished and brilliant suite; Count

Annibal Gambera, Count  Charles Zenobio, both Venetian noblemen of the first class, and the  Marquis

d'Anchotti of Bressan, accompanied him to Constantinople for  their own amusement.  The bailo remained a

week in Corfu, and all the  naval authorities entertained him and his suite in turn, so that  there was a constant

succession of balls and suppers.  When I  presented myself to his excellency, he informed me that he had

already spoken to the proveditore, who had granted me a furlough of  six months to enable me to accompany

him to Constantinople as his  adjutant; and as soon as the official document for my furlough had  been

delivered to me, I sent my small stock of worldly goods on board  the Europa, and we weighed anchor early

the next day. 

We sailed with a favourable wind which remained steady and brought  us  in six days to Cerigo, where we

stopped to take in some water.  Feeling some curiosity to visit the ancient Cythera, I went on shore  with the

sailors on duty, but it would have been better for me if I  had remained on board, for in Cerigo I made a bad

acquaintance.  I  was accompanied by the captain of marines. 

The moment we set foot on shore, two men, very poorly dressed and  of  unprepossessing appearance, came to

us and begged for assistance.  I  asked them who they were, and one, quicker than the other,  answered; 

"We are sentenced to live, and perhaps to die, in this island by  the  despotism of the Council of Ten.  There are

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"The crime of which we have been accused, which is not considered a  crime anywhere, is that we were in the

habit of living with our  mistresses, without being jealous of our friends, when, finding our  ladies handsome,

they obtained their favours with our ready consent.  As we were not rich, we felt no remorse in availing

ourselves of the  generosity of our friends in such cases, but it was said that we were  carrying on an illicit

trade, and we have been sent to this place,  where we receive every day ten sous in 'moneta lunga'.  We are

called  'mangiamayroni', and are worse off than galley slaves, for we are  dying of ennui, and we are often

starving without knowing how to stay  our hunger.  My name is Don Antonio Pocchini, I am of a noble Paduan

family, and my mother belongs to the illustrious family of Campo San  Piero." 

We gave them some money, and went about the island, returning to  the  ship after we had visited the fortress.

I shall have to speak of  that Pocchini in a few years. 

The wind continued in our favour, and we reached the Dardanelles in  eight or ten days; the Turkish barges

met us there to carry us to  Constantinople.  The sight offered by that city at the distance of a  league is truly

wonderful; and I believe that a more magnificent  panorama cannot be found in any part of the world.  It was

that  splendid view which was the cause of the fall of the Roman, and of  the rise of the Greek empire.

Constantine the Great, arriving at  Byzantium by sea, was so much struck with the wonderful beauty of its

position, that he exclaimed, "Here is the proper seat of the empire  of the whole world!" and in order to secure

the fulfilment of his  prediction, he left Rome for Byzantium.  If he had known the prophecy  of Horace, or

rather if he had believed in it, he would not have been  guilty of such folly.  The poet had said that the,

downfall of the  Roman empire would begin only when one of the successors of Augustus  bethought him

removing the capital of the empire to where it had  originated.  The Troad is not far distant from Thrace. 

We arrived at the Venetian Embassy in Pera towards the middle of  July, and, for a wonder, there was no talk

of the plague in  Constantinople just then.  We were all provided with very comfortable  lodgings, but the

intensity of the heat induced the baili to seek for  a little coolness in a country mansion which had been hired

by the  Bailo Dona.  It was situated at Bouyoudere.  The very first order  laid upon me was never to go out

unknown to the bailo, and without  being escorted by a janissary, and this order I obeyed to the letter.  In those

days the Russians had not tamed the insolence of the Turkish  people.  I am told that foreigners can now go

about as much as they  please in perfect security. 

The day after our arrival, I took a janissary to accompany me to  Osman Pacha, of Caramania, the name

assumed by Count de Bonneval ever  since he had adopted the turban.  I sent in my letter, and was

immediately shewn into an apartment on the ground floor, furnished in  the French fashion, where I saw a

stout elderly gentleman, dressed  like a Frenchman, who, as I entered the room, rose, came to meet me  with a

smiling countenance, and asked me how he could serve the  'protege' of a cardinal of the Roman Catholic

Church, which he could  no longer call his mother.  I gave him all the particulars of the  circumstances which,

in a moment of despair, had induced me to ask  the cardinal for letters of introduction for Constantinople, and

I  added that, the letters once in my possession, my superstitious  feelings had made me believe that I was

bound to deliver them in  person. 

"Then, without this letter," he said, "you never would have come to  Constantinople, and you have no need of

me?" 

"True, but I consider myself fortunate in having thus made the  acquaintance of a man who has attracted the

attention of the whole of  Europe, and who still commands that attention." 

His excellency made some remark respecting the happiness of young  men  who, like me, without care,

without any fixed purpose, abandon  themselves to fortune with that confidence which knows no fear, and

telling me that the cardinal's letter made it desirable that he  should do something for me, he promised to

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him every Thursday, and undertook to send me a janissary  who would protect me from the insults of the

rabble and shew me  everything worth seeing. 

The cardinal's letter representing me as a literary man, the pacha  observed that I ought to see his library.  I

followed him through the  garden, and we entered a room furnished with grated cupboards;  curtains could be

seen behind the wirework; the books were most  likely behind the curtains. 

Taking a key out of his pocket, he opened one of the cupboards,  and,  instead of folios, I saw long rows of

bottles of the finest  wines.  We both laughed heartily. 

"Here are," said the pacha.  "my library and my harem.  I am old,  women would only shorten my life but good

wine will prolong it, or  at  least, make it more agreeable. 

"I imagine your excellency has obtained a dispensation from the  mufti?" 

"You are mistaken, for the Pope of the Turks is very far from  enjoying as great a power as the Christian Pope.

He cannot in any  case permit what is forbidden by the Koran; but everyone is at  liberty to work out his own

damnation if he likes.  The Turkish  devotees pity the libertines, but they do not persecute them; there  is no

inquisition in Turkey.  Those who do not know the precepts of  religion, say the Turks, will suffer enough in

the life to come;  there is no need to make them suffer in this life.  The only  dispensation I have asked and

obtained, has been respecting  circumcision, although it can hardly be called so, because, at my  age, it might

have proved dangerous.  That ceremony is generally  performed, but it is not compulsory." 

During the two hours that we spent together, the pacha enquired  after  several of his friends in Venice, and

particularly after Marc  Antonio  Dieto.  I told him that his friends were still faithful to  their  affection for him,

and did not find fault with his apostasy.  He  answered that he was a Mahometan as he had been a Christian,

and that  he was not better acquainted with the Koran than he had been with the  Gospel.  "I am certain," he

added, "that I shall diecalmer and much  happier than Prince Eugene.  I have had to say that God is God, and

that Mahomet is the prophet.  I have said it, and the Turks care very  little whether I believe it or not.  I wear

the turban as the soldier  wears the uniform.  I was nothing but a military man; I could not  have turned my

hand to any other profession, and I made up my mind to  become lieutenantgeneral of the Grand Turk only

when I found myself  entirely at a loss how to earn my living.  When I left Venice, the  pitcher had gone too

often to the well, it was broken at last, and if  the Jews had offered me the command of an army of fifty

thousand men,  I would have gone and besieged Jerusalem. 

Bonneval was handsome, but too stout.  He had received a sabrecut  in  the lower part of the abdomen, which

compelled him to wear  constantly  a bandage supported by a silver plate.  He had been exiled  to Asia,  but only

for a short time, for, as he told me, the cabals are  not so  tenacious in Turkey as they are in Europe, and

particularly at  the  court of Vienna.  As I was taking leave of him, he was kind enough  to  say that, since his

arrival in Turkey, he had never passed two  hours  as pleasantly as those he had just spent with me, and that he

would  compliment the bailo about me. 

The Bailo Dona, who had known him intimately in Venice, desired me  to  be the bearer of all his friendly

compliments for him, and M.  Venier  expressed his deep regret at not being able to make his  acquaintance. 

The second day after my first visit to him being a Thursday, the  pacha did not forget to send a janissary

according to his promise.  It  was about eleven in the morning when the janissary called for me,  I  followed

him, and this time I found Bonneval dressed in the Turkish  style.  His guests soon arrived, and we sat down to

dinner, eight of  us, all well disposed to be cheerful and happy.  The dinner was  entirely French, in cooking

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He had taken care to introduce me to all his guests and at the same  time to let me know who they were, but he

did not give me an  opportunity of speaking before dinner was nearly over.  The  conversation was entirely kept

up in Italian, and I remarked that the  Turks did not utter a single word in their own language, even to say  the

most ordinary thing.  Each guest had near him a bottle which  might have contained either white wine or

hydromel; all I know is  that I drank, as well as M. de Bonneval, next to whom I was seated,  some excellent

white Burgundy. 

The guests got me on the subject of Venice, and particularly of  Rome,  and the conversation very naturally fell

upon religion, but not  upon  dogmatic questions; the discipline of religion and liturgical  questions were alone

discussed. 

One of the guests, who was addressed as effendi, because he had  been  secretary for foreign affairs, said that

the ambassador from  Venice  to Rome was a friend of his, and he spoke of him in the highest  manner.  I told

him that I shared his admiration for that ambassador,  who had given me a letter of introduction for a Turkish

nobleman,  whom he had represented as an intimate friend.  He enquired for the  name of the person to whom

the letter was addressed, but I could not  recollect it, and took the letter out of my pocketbook.  The effendi

was delighted when he found that the letter was for himself.  He  begged leave to read it at once, and after he

had perused it, he  kissed the signature and came to embrace me.  This scene pleased M.  de Bonneval and all

his friends.  The effendi, whose name was Ismail,  entreated the pacha to come to dine with him, and to bring

me;  Bonneval accepted, and fixed a day. 

Notwithstanding all the politeness of the effendi, I was  particularly  interested during our charming dinner in a

fine elderly  man of about  sixty, whose countenance breathed at the same time the  greatest  sagacity and the

most perfect kindness.  Two years afterwards  I found  again the same features on the handsome face of M. de

Bragadin, a  Venetian senator of whom I shall have to speak at length  when we come  to that period of my life.

That elderly gentleman had  listened to me  with the greatest attention, but without uttering one  word.  In

society, a man whose face and general appearance excite your  interest, stimulates strongly your curiosity if he

remains silent.  When we left the diningroom I enquired from de Bonneval who he was;  he answered that he

was wealthy, a philosopher, a man of acknowledged  merit, of great purity of morals, and strongly attached to

his  religion.  He advised me to cultivate his acquaintance if he made any  advances to me. 

I was pleased with his advice, and when, after a walk under the  shady  trees of the garden, we returned to a

drawingroom furnished in  the  Turkish fashion, I purposely took a seat near Yusuf Ali.  Such was  the name

of the Turk for whom I felt so much sympathy. He offered me  his pipe in a very graceful manner; I refused it

politely, and took  one brought to me by one of M. de Bonneval's servants.  Whenever I  have been amongst

smokers I have smoked or left the room; otherwise I  would have fancied that I was swallowing the smoke of

the others, and  that idea which is true and unpleasant, disgusted me.  I have never  been able to understand

how in Germany the ladies, otherwise so  polite and delicate, could inhale the suffocating fumes of a crowd of

smokers. 

Yusuf, pleased to have me near him, at once led the conversation to  subjects similar to those which had been

discussed at table, and  particularly to the reasons which had induced me to give up the  peaceful profession of

the Church and to choose a military life; and  in order to gratify his curiosity without losing his good opinion,

I  gave him, but with proper caution, some of the particulars of my  life, for I wanted him to be satisfied that, if

I had at first  entered the career of the holy priesthood, it had not been through  any vocation of mine.  He

seemed pleased with my recital, spoke of  natural vocations as a Stoic philosopher, and I saw that he was a

fatalist; but as I was careful not to attack his system openly, he  did not dislike my objections, most likely

because he thought himself  strong enough to overthrow them. 

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of nineteen, lost, as he thought, in a false religion. 

After spending an hour in examining me, in listening to my  principles, he said that he believed me fit to know

the real truth,  because he saw that I was seeking for it, and that I was not certain  of having obtained it so far.

He invited me to come and spend a  whole day with him, naming the days when I would be certain to find  him

at home, but he advised me to consult the Pacha Osman before  accepting his invitation.  I told him that the

pacha had already  mentioned him to me and had spoken very highly of his character; he  seemed much

pleased.  I fixed a day for my visit, and left him. 

I informed M. de Bonneval of all that had occurred; he was  delighted,  and promised that his janissary would

be every day at the  Venetian  palace, ready to execute my orders. 

I received the congratulations of the baili upon the excellent  acquaintances I had already made, and M.

Venier advised me not to  neglect such friends in a country where weariness of life was more  deadly to

foreigners than the plague. 

On the day appointed, I went early to Yusuf's palace, but he was  out.  His gardener, who had received his

instructions, shewed me every  attention, and entertained me very agreeably for two hours in doing  the

honours of his master's splendid garden, where I found the most  beautiful flowers.  This gardener was a

Neapolitan, and had belonged  to Yusuf for thirty years.  His manners made me suspect that he was  well born

and well educated, but he told me frankly that he had never  been taught even to read, that he was a sailor

when he, was taken in  slavery, and that he was so happy in the service of Yusuf that  liberty would be a

punishment to him.  Of course I did not venture to  address him any questions about his master, for his reserve

might  have put my curiosity to the blush. 

Yusuf had gone out on horseback; he returned, and, after the usual  compliments, we dined alone in a

summerhouse, from which we had a  fine view of the sea, and in which the heat was cooled by a  delightful

breeze, which blows regularly at the same hour every day  from the northwest; and is called the mistral.  We

had a good  dinner; there was no prepared dish except the cauroman, a peculiar  delicacy of the Turks.  I drank

water and hydromel, and I told Yusuf  that I preferred the last to wine, of which I never took much at that

time.  "Your hydromel," I said, "is very good, and the Mussulmans who  offend against the law by drinking

wine do not deserve any  indulgence; I believe they drink wine only because it is forbidden."  "Many of the

true believers," he answered.  "think that they can take  it as a medicine.  The Grand Turk's physician has

brought it into  vogue as a medicine, and it has been the cause of his fortune, for he  has captivated the favour

of his master who is in reality constantly  ill, because he is always in a state of intoxication."  I told Yusuf  that

in my country drunkards were scarce, and that drunkenness was a  vice to be found only among the lowest

people; ,he was much  astonished.  "I cannot understand," he said, "why wine is allowed by  all religions, when

its use deprives man of his reason."  "All  religions," I answered, "forbid excess in drinking wine, and the

crime is only in the abuse."  I proved him the truth of what I had  said by telling him that opium produced the

same results as wine, but  more powerfully, and consequently Mahomet ought to have forbidden the  use of it.

He observed that he had never taken either wine or opium  in the course of his life. 

After dinner, pipes were brought in and we filled them ourselves.  I  was smoking with pleasure, but, at the

same time, was  expectorating.  Yusuf, who smoked like a Turk, that is to say, without  spitting,  said, 

"The tobacco you are now smoking is of a very fine quality, and you  ought to swallow its balsam which is

mixed with the saliva." 

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"That is true to a certain extent, but the enjoyment found in  smoking  good tobacco is not the principal

pleasure, because it only  pleases  our senses; true enjoyment is that which works upon the soul,  and is

completely independent of the senses." 

"I cannot realize pleasures enjoyed by the soul without the  instrumentality of the senses." 

"Listen to me. When you fill your pipe do you feel any pleasure?" 

"Yes." 

"Whence does that pleasure arise, if it is not from your soul?  Let  us go further.  Do you not feel pleased when

you give up your pipe  after having smoked all the tobacco in itwhen you see that nothing  is left but some

ashes?" 

"It is true." 

"Well, there are two pleasures in which your senses have certainly  nothing to do, but I want you to guess the

third, and the most  essential." 

"The most essential?  It is the perfume." 

"No; that is a pleasure of the organ of smellinga sensual  pleasure." 

"Then I do not know." 

"Listen.  The principal pleasure derived from tobacco smoking is  the  sight of a smoke itself. You must never

see it go out of the bowl  of  your pipe,but only from the corner o your mouth, at regular  intervals which

must not be too frequent. It is so truly the greatest  pleasure connected with the pipe, that you cannot find

anywhere a  blind man who smokes.  Try yourself the experiment of smoking a pipe  in your room, at night and

without a light; you will soon lay the  pipe down." 

"It is all perfectly true; yet you must forgive me if I give the  preference to several pleasures, in which my

senses are interested,  over those which afford enjoyment only to my soul." 

"Forty years ago I was of the same opinion, and in forty years, if  you succeed in acquiring wisdom, you will

think like me.  Pleasures  which give activity to our senses, my dear son, disturb the repose of  our soula

proof that they do not deserve the name of real  enjoyments." 

"But if I feel them to be real enjoyments, it is enough to prove  that  they are truly so." 

"Granted; but if you would take the trouble of analyzing them after  you have tasted them, you would not find

them unalloyed." 

"It may be so, but why should I take a trouble which would only  lessen my enjoyment." 

"A time will come when you will feel pleasure in that very  trouble." 

"It strikes me, dear father, that you prefer mature age to youth." 

"You may boldly say old age." 


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"You surprise me.  Must I believe that your early life has been  unhappy?" 

"Far from it.  It was always fortunate in good health, and the  master  of my own passions; but all I saw in my

equals was for me a  good  school in which I have acquired the knowledge of man, and learned  the  real road to

happiness.  The happiest of men is not the most  voluptuous, but the one who knows how to choose the highest

standards  of voluptuousness, which can be found, I say again, not in the  pleasures which excite our senses,

but in those which give greater  repose to the soul." 

"That is the voluptuousness which you consider unalloyed." 

"Yes, and such is the sight of a vast prairie all covered with  grass.  The green colour, so strongly

recommended by our divine  prophet,  strikes my eyes, and at the same moment I feel that my soul  is  wrapped

up in a calm so delightful that I fancy myself nearer the  Creator.  I enjoy the same peace, the same repose,

when I am seated  on the banks of a river, when I look upon the water so quiet, yet  always moving, which

flows constantly, yet never disappears from my  sight, never loses any of its clearness in spite of its constant

motion.  It strikes me as the image of my own existence, and of the  calm which I require for my life in order

to reach, like the water I  am gazing upon, the goal which I do not see, and which can only be  found at the

other end of the journey." 

Thus did the Turk reason, and we passed four hours in this sort of  conversation.  He had buried two wives,

and he had two sons and one  daughter.  The eldest son, having received his patrimony, had  established

himself in the city of Salonica, where he was a wealthy  merchant; the other was in the seraglio, in the service

of the Grand  Turk and his fortune was in the hands of a trustee.  His daughter,  Zelmi, then fifteen years of age,

was to inherit all his remaining  property.  He had given her all the accomplishments which could  minister to

the happiness of the man whom heaven had destined for her  husband.  We shall hear more of that daughter

anon.  The mother of  the three children was dead, and five years previous to the time of  my visit, Yusuf had

taken another wife, a native of Scio, young and  very beautiful, but he told me himself that he was now too

old, and  could not hope to have any child by her.  Yet he was only sixty years  of age.  Before I left, he made

me promise to spend at least one day  every week with him. 

At supper, I told the baili how pleasantly the day had passed. 

"We envy you," they said, "the prospect you have before you of  spending agreeably three or four months in

this country, while, in  our quality of ministers, we must pine away with melancholy." 

A few days afterwards, M. de Bonneval took me with him to dine at  Ismail's house, where I saw Asiatic

luxury on a grand scale, but  there were a great many guests, and the conversation was held almost  entirely in

the Turkish languagea circumstance which annoyed me and  M. de Bonneval also.  Ismail saw it, and he

invited me to breakfast  whenever I felt disposed, assuring me that he would have much  pleasure in receiving

me.  I accepted the invitation, and I went ten  or twelve days afterwards.  When we reach that period my

readers must  kindly accompany me to the breakfast.  For the present I must return  to Yusuf who, during my

second visit, displayed a character which  inspired, me with the greatest esteem and the warmest affection. 

We had dined alone as before, and, conversation happening to turn  upon the fine arts, I gave my opinion upon

one of the precepts in the  Koran, by which the Mahometans are deprived of the innocent enjoyment  of

paintings and statues.  He told me that Mahomet, a very sagacious  legislator, had been right in removing all

images from the sight of  the followers of Islam. 

"Recollect, my son, that the nations to which the prophet brought  the  knowledge of the true God were all

idolators.  Men are weak; if  the  disciples of the prophet had continued to see the same objects,  they  might

have fallen back into their former errors." 


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"No one ever worshipped an image as an image; the deity of which  the  image is a representation is what is

worshipped." 

"I may grant that, but God cannot be matter, and it is right to  remove from the thoughts of the vulgar the idea

of a material  divinity.  You are the only men, you Christians, who believe that you  see God." 

"It is true, we are sure of it, but observe that faith alone gives  us  that certainty." 

"I know it; but you are idolators, for you see nothing but a  material  representation, and yet you have a

complete certainty that  you see  God, unless you should tell me that faith disaffirms it." 

"God forbid I should tell you such a thing!  Faith, on the  contrary,  affirms our certainty." 

"We thank God that we have no need of such selfdelusion, and there  is not one philosopher in the world

who could prove to me that you  require it." 

"That would not be the province of philosophy, dear father, but of  theologya very superior science." 

"You are now speaking the language of our theologians, who differ  from yours only in this; they use their

science to make clearer the  truths we ought to know, whilst your theologians try to render those  truths more

obscure." 

"Recollect, dear father, that they are mysteries." 

"The existence of God is a sufficiently important mystery to  prevent  men from daring to add anything to it.

God can only be  simple; any  kind of combination would destroy His essence; such is the  God  announced by

our prophet, who must be the same for all men and in  all  times.  Agree with me that we can add nothing to the

simplicity of  God.  We say that God is one; that is the image of simplicity.  You  say that He is one and three at

the same time, and such a definition  strikes us as contradictory, absurd, and impious." 

"It is a mystery." 

"Do you mean God or the definition?  I am speaking only of the  definition, which ought not to be a mystery or

absurd.  Common sense,  my son, must consider as absurd an assertion which substantiallv  nonsensical.  Prove

to me that three is not a compound, that it  cannot be a compound and I will become a Christian at once." 

"My religion tells me to believe without arguing, and I shudder, my  dear Yusuf, when I think that, through

some specious reasoning, I  might be led to renounce the creed of my fathers.  I first must be  convinced that

they lived in error.  Tell me whether, respecting my  father's memory, I ought to have such a good opinion of

myself as to  sit in judgement over him, with the intention of giving my sentence  against him?" 

My lively remonstrance moved Yusuf deeply, but after a few instants  of silence he said to me, 

"With such feelings, my son, you are sure to find grace in the eyes  of God, and you are, therefore, one of the

elect.  If you are in  error, God alone can convince you of it, for no just man on earth can  refute the sentiment

you have just given expression to." 

We spoke of many other things in a friendly manner, and in the  evening we parted with the often repeated

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But my mind was full of our conversation, and as I went on  pondering  over the matter, I thought that Yusuf

might be right in his  opinion  as to the essence of God, for it seemed evident that the  Creator of  all beings

ought to be perfectly simple; but I thought at  the same  time how impossible it would be for me, because the

Christian  religion had made a mistake, to accept the Turkish creed, which might  perhaps have just a

conception of God, but which caused me to smile  when I recollected that the man who had given birth to it

had been an  arrant imposter.  I had not the slightest idea, however, that Yusuf  wished to make a convert of

me. 

The third time I dined with him religion was again the subject of  conversation. 

"Do you believe, dear father, that the religion of Mahomet is the  only one in which salvation can be secured?" 

"No, my dear son, I am not certain of it, and no man can have such  a  certainty; but I am sure that the

Christian religion is not the true  one, because it cannot be universal." 

"Why not?" 

"Because there is neither bread nor wine to be found in  threefourths  of the world.  Observe that the precepts

of the Koran  can be followed  everywhere." 

I did not know how to answer, and I would not equivocate. 

"If God cannot be matter," I said, "then He must be a spirit?" 

"We know what He is not but we do not know what He is: man cannot  affirm that God is a spirit, because he

can only realize the idea in  an abstract manner.  God immaterial; that is the extent of our  knowledge and it can

never be greater." 

I was reminded of Plato, who had said exactly the same an most  certainly Yusuf  never read Plato. 

He added that the existence of God could be useful only to those  who  did not entertain a doubt of that

existence, and that, as a  natural  consequence, Atheists must be the most miserable of men.  God  has  made in

man His own image in order that, amongst all the animals  created by Him, there should be one that can

understand and confess  the existence of the Creator.  Without man, God would have no witness  of His own

glory, and man must therefore understand that his first  and highest duty is to glorify God by practising justice

and trusting  to His providence. 

"Observe, my son, that God never abandons the man who, in the midst  of misfortunes, falls down in prayer

before Him, and that He often  allows the wretch who has no faith in prayer to die miserably." 

"Yet we meet with Atheists who are fortunate and happy." 

"True; but, in spite of their tranquillity, I pity them because  they  have no hope beyond this life, and are on a

level with animals.  Besides, if they are philosophers, they must linger in dark  ignorance, and, if they never

think, they have no consolation, no  resource, when adversity reaches them.  God has made man in such a

manner that he cannot be happy unless he entertains no doubt of the  existence of his Divine Creator; in all

stations of life man is  naturally prone to believe in that existence, otherwise man would  never have admitted

one God, Creator of all beings and of all  things." 

"I should like to know why Atheism has only existed in the systems  of  the learned, and never as a national

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"Because the poor feel their wants much more than the rich, There  are  amongst us a great many impious men

who deride the true believers  because they have faith in the pilgrimage to Mecca.  Wretches that  they are, they

ought to respect the ancient customs which, exciting  the devotion of fervent souls, feed religious principles,

and impart  courage under all misfortunes.  Without such consolation, people  would give way to all the excess

of despair." 

Much pleased with the attention I gave to all he said, Yusuf would  thus yield to the inclination he felt to

instruct me, and, on my  side, feeling myself drawn towards him by the charm which amiable  goodness exerts

upon all hearts, I would often go and spend the day  with him, even without any previous invitation, and

Yusuf's  friendship soon became one of my most precious treasures. 

One morning, I told my janissary to take me to the palace of Ismail  Effendi, in order to fulfil my promise to

breakfast with him.  He  gave me the most friendly welcome, and after an excellent breakfast  he invited me to

take a walk in his garden.  We found there a pretty  summerhouse which we entered, and Ismail attempted

some liberties  which were not at all to my taste, and which I resented by rising in  a very abrupt manner.

Seeing that I was angry, the Turk affected to  approve my reserve, and said that he had only been joking.  I left

him after a few minutes, with the intention of not visiting him  again, but I was compelled to do so, as I will

explain byandby. 

When I saw M. de Bonneval I told him what had happened and he said  that, according to Turkish manners,

Ismail had intended to give me a  great proof of his friendship, but that I need not be afraid of the  offence

being repeated.  He added that politeness required that I  should visit him again, and that Ismail was, in spite of

his failing,  a perfect gentleman, who had at his disposal the most beautiful  female slaves in Turkey. 

Five or six weeks after the commencement of our intimacy, Yusuf  asked  me one day whether I was married.  I

answered that I was not;  the  conversation turned upon several moral questions, and at last fell  upon chastity,

which, in his opinion, could be accounted a virtue  only if considered from one point of view, namely, that of

total  abstinence, but he added that it could not be acceptable to God;  because it transgressed against the very

first precept He had given  to man. 

"I would like to know, for instance," he said, "what name can be  given to the chastity of your knights of

Malta.  They take a vow of  chastity, but it does not mean that they will renounce women  altogether, they

renounce marriage only.  Their chastity, and  therefore chastity in general, is violated only by marriage; yet I

observe that marriage is one of your sacraments.  Therefore, those  knights of Malta promise not to give way to

lustful incontinence in  the only case in which God might forgive it, but they reserve the  license of being

lustful unlawfully as often as they please, and  whenever an opportunity may offer itself; and that immoral,

illicit  license is granted to them to such an extent, that they are allowed  to acknowledge legally a child which

can be born to them only through  a double crime!  The most revolting part of it all is that these  children of

crime, who are of course perfectly innocent themselves,  are called natural children, as if children born in

wedlock came into  the world in an unnatural manner!  In one word, my dear son, the vow  of chastity is so

much opposed to Divine precepts and to human nature  that it can be agreeable neither to God nor to society,

nor to those  who pledge themselves to keep it, and being in such opposition to  every divine and human law, it

must be a crime." 

He enquired for the second time whether I was married; I replied in  the negative, and added that I had no idea

of ever getting married. 

"What!" he exclaimed; "I must then believe that you are not a  perfect  man, or that you intend to work out

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"I am a man in the very strongest sense of the word, and I am a  true  Christian.  I must even confess that I

adore women, and that I  have  not the slightest idea of depriving myself of the most delightful  of  all

pleasures." 

"According to your religion, damnation awaits you." 

"I feel certain of the contrary, because, when we confess our sins,  our priests are compelled to give us

absolution." 

"I know it, but you must agree with me that it is absurd to suppose  that God will forgive a crime which you

would, perhaps, not commit,  if you did not think that, after confession, a priest, a man like  you, will give you

absolution.  God forgives only the repenting  sinner." 

"No doubt of it, and confession supposes repentance; without it,  absolution has no effect." 

"Is onanism a crime amongst you?" 

"Yes, even greater than lustful and illegitimate copulation." 

"I was aware of it, and it has always caused me great surprise, for  the legislator who enacts a law, the

execution of which is  impossible, is a fool.  A man in good health, if he cannot have a  woman, must

necessarily have recourse to onanism, whenever imperious  nature demands it, and the man who, from fear of

polluting his soul,  would abstain from it, would only draw upon himself a mortal  disease." 

"We believe exactly the reverse; we think that young people destroy  their constitutions, and shorten their

lives through selfabuse.  In  several communities they are closely watched, and are as much as  possible

deprived of every opportunity of indulging in that crime." 

"Those who watch them are ignorant fools, and those who pay the  watchers for such a service are even more

stupid, because prohibition  must excite the wish to break through such a tyrannical law, to set  at nought an

interdiction so contrary to nature." 

"Yet it seems to me that selfabuse in excess must be injurious to  health, for it must weaken and enervate." 

"Certainly, because excess in everything is prejudicial and  pernicious; but all such excess is the result of our

severe  prohibition.  If girls are not interfered with in the matter of self  abuse, I do not see why boys should

be." 

"Because girls are very far from running the same risk; they do not  lose a great deal in the action of

selfabuse, and what they lose  does not come from the same source whence flows the germinal liquid  in

men." 

"I do not know, but we have some physicians who say that chlorosis  in  girls is the result of that pleasure

indulged in to excess." 

After many such conversations, in which he seemed to consider me as  endowed with reason and talent, even

when I was not of his opinion,  Yusuf Ali surprised me greatly one day by the following proposition: 

"I have two sons and a daughter.  I no longer think of my sons,  because they have received their share of my

fortune.  As far as my  daughter is concerned she will, after my death, inherit all my  possessions, and I am,

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took a young wife, but she has not given me any progeny, and I know  to a certainty that no offspring will

bless our union.  My daughter,  whose name is Zelmi, is now fifteen; she is handsome, her eyes are  black and

lovely like her mother's, her hair is of the colour of the  raven's wing, her complexion is animated alabaster;

she is tall, well  made, and of a sweet disposition; I have given her an education which  would make her

worthy of our master, the Sultan.  She speaks Greek  and Italian fluently, she sings delightfully, and

accompanies herself  on the harp; she can draw and embroider, and is always contented and  cheerful.  No

living man can boast of having seen her features, and  she loves me so dearly that my will is hers.  My

daughter is a  treasure, and I offer her to you if you will consent to go for one  year to Adrianople to reside

with a relative of mine, who will teach  you our religion, our language, and our manners.  You will return at

the end of one year, and as soon as you have become a Mussulman my  daughter shall be your wife.  You will

find a house ready furnished,  slaves of your own, and an income which will enable you to live in  comfort.  I

have no more to say at present.  I do not wish you to  answer me either today, or tomorrow, or on any fixed

day.  You will  give me your decision whenever you feel yourself called upon by your  genius to give it, and

you need not give me any answer unless you  accept my offer, for, should you refuse it, it is not necessary that

the subject should be again mentioned.  I do not ask you to give full  consideration to my proposal, for now

that I have thrown the seed in  your soul it must fructify.  Without hurry, without delay, without  anxiety, you

can but obey the decrees of God and follow the immutable  decision of fate.  Such as I know you, I believe that

you only  require the possession of Zelmi to be competely happy, and that you  will become one of the pillars

of the Ottoman Empire." 

Saying those words, Yusuf pressed me affectionately in his arms,  and  left me by myself to avoid any answer I

might be inclined to make.  I  went away in such wonder at all I had just heard, that I found  myself  at the

Venetian Embassy without knowing how I had reached it.  The  baili thought me very pensive, and asked

whether anything was the  matter with me, but I did not feel disposed to gratify their  curiosity.  I found that

Yusuf had indeed spoken truly: his proposal  was of such importance that it was my duty, not only not to

mention  it to anyone, but even to abstain from thinking it over, until my  mind had recovered its calm

sufficiently to give me the assurance  that no external consideration would weigh in the balance and  influence

my decision.  I had to silence all my passions; prejudices,  principles already formed, love, and even

selfinterest were to  remain in a state of complete inaction. 

When I awoke the next morning I began to think the matter over, and  I  soon discovered that, if I wanted to

come to a decision, I ought not  to ponder over it, as the more I considered the less likely I should  be to

decide.  This was truly a case for the 'sequere Deum' of the  Stoics. 

I did not visit Yusuf for four days, and when I called on him on  the  fifth day, we talked cheerfully without

once mentioning his  proposal,  although it was very evident that we were both thinking of  it.  We  remained

thus for a fortnight, without ever alluding to the  matter  which engrossed all our thoughts, but our silence was

not  caused by  dissimulation, or by any feeling contrary to our mutual  esteem and  friendship; and one day

Yusuf suggested that very likely I  had  communicated his proposal to some wise friend, in order to obtain

good advice.  I immediately assured him it was not so, and that in a  matter of so delicate a nature I thought I

ought not to ask anybody's  advice. 

"I have abandoned myself to God, dear Yusuf, and, full of  confidence  in Him, I feel certain that I shall decide

for the best,  whether I  make up my mind to become your son, or believe that I ought  to remain  what I am

now.  In the mean time, my mind ponders over it  day and  night, whenever I am quiet and feel myself

composed and  collected.  When I come to a decision, I will impart it to you alone,  and from  that moment you

shall have over me the authority of a  father." 

At these words the worthy Yusuf, his eyes wet with tears, placed  his  left hand over my head, and the first two

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"Continue to act in that way, my dear son, and be certain that you  can never act wrongly." 

"But," I said to him, "one thing might happen, Zelmi might not  accept  me." 

"Have no anxiety about that.  My daughter loves you; she, as well  as  my wife and her nurse, sees you every

time that we dine together,  and  she listens to you with pleasure." 

"Does she know that you are thinking of giving her to me as my  wife?" 

"She knows that I ardently wish you to become a true believer, so  as  to enable me to link her destiny to

yours." 

"I am glad that your habits do not permit you to let me see her,  because she might dazzle me with her beauty,

and then passion would  soon have too much weight in the scale; I could no longer flatter  myself that my

decision had been taken in all the unbiased, purity of  my soul." 

Yusuf was highly delighted at hearing me speak in that manner, and  I  spoke in perfect good faith.  The mere

idea of seeing Zelmi caused  me  to shudder.  I felt that, if I had fallen in love with her, I would  have become a

Mussulman in order to possess her, and that I might  soon have repented such a step, for the religion of

Mahomet presented  to my eyes and to my mind nothing but a disagreeable picture, as well  for this life as for

a future one.  As for wealth, I did not think it  deserved the immense sacrifice demanded from me.  I could find

equal  wealth in Europe, without stamping my forehead with the shameful  brand of apostasy.  I cared deeply

for the esteem of the persons of  distinction who knew me, and did not want to render myself unworthy  of it.

Besides, I felt an immense desire to obtain fame amongst  civilized and polite nations, either in the fine arts or

in  literature, or in any other honourable profession, and I could not  reconcile myself to the idea of abandoning

to my equals the triumph  which I might win if I lived amongst them.  It seemed to me, and I am  still of the

same opinion, that the decision of wearing the turban  befits only a Christian despairing of himself and at the

end of his  wits, and fortunately I was lost not in that predicament.  My  greatest objection was to spend a year

in Adrianople to learn a  language for which I did not feel any liking, and which I should  therefore have

learned but imperfectly.  How could I, at my age,  renounce the prerogative, so pleasant to my vanity, of being

reputed  a fine talker?  and I had secured that reputation wherever I was  known.  Then I would often think that

Zelmi, the eighth wonder of  creation in the eyes of her father might not appear such in my eyes,  and it would

have been enough to make me miserable, for Yusuf was  likely to live twenty years longer, and I felt that

gratitude, as  well as respect, would never have permitted me to give that excellent  man any cause for

unhappiness by ceasing to shew myself a devoted and  faithful husband to his daughter.  Such were my

thoughts, and, as  Yusuf could not guess them, it was useless to make a confidant of  him. 

A few days afterwards, I dined with the Pacha Osman and met my  Effendi Ismail.  He was very friendly to

me, and I reciprocated his  attentions, though I paid no attention to the reproaches he addressed  to me for not

having come to breakfast with him for such a long time.  I could not refuse to dine at his house with

Bonneval, and he treated  me to a very pleasing sight; Neapolitan slaves, men and women,  performed a

pantomime and some Calabrian dances.  M. de Bonneval  happened to mention the dance called forlana, and

Ismail expressing a  great wish to know it, I told him that I could give him that pleasure  if I had a Venetian

woman to dance with and a fiddler who knew the  time.  I took a violin, and played the forlana, but, even if the

partner had been found, I could not play and dance at the same time. 

Ismail whispered a few words to one of his eunuchs, who went out of  the room and returned soon with some

message that he delivered to  him.  The effendi told me that he had found the partner I wanted, and  I answered

that the musician could be had easily, if he would send a  note to the Venetian Embassy, which was done at

once.  The Bailo Dona  sent one of his men who played the violin well enough for dancing  purposes.  As soon

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a black  velvet mask, such as we call moretta in Venice.  The appearance of  that beautiful masked woman

surprised and delighted every one of the  guests, for it was impossible to imagine a more interesting object,

not only on account of the beauty of that part of the face which the  mask left exposed, but also for the

elegance of her shape, the  perfection of her figure, and the exquisite taste displayed in her  costume.  The

nymph took her place, I did the same, and we danced the  forlana six times without stopping. 

I was in perspiration and out of breath, for the foylana is the  most  violent of our national dances; but my

beautiful partner stood  near  me without betraying the slightest fatigue, and seemed to  challenge  me to a new

performance.  At the round of the dance, which  is the  most difficult step, she seemed to have wings.  I was

astounded, for  I had never seen anyone, even in Venice, dance the  forlana so  splendidly.  After a few minutes

rest, rather ashamed of my  feeling  tired, I went up to her, and said, 'Ancora sei, a poi basta,  se non  volete

vedermi a morire.'  She would have answered me if she  had been  able, but she wore one of those cruel masks

which forbid  speech.  But  a pressure of her hand which nobody could see made me  guess all I  wanted to

know.  The moment we finished dancing the eunuch  opened the  door, and my lovely partner disappeared. 

Ismail could not thank me enough, but it was I who owed him my  thanks, for it was the only real pleasure

which I enjoyed in  Constantinople.  I asked him whether the lady was from Venice, but he  only answered by a

significant smile. 

"The worthy Ismail," said M.  de Bonneval to me, as we were leaving  the house late in the evening, "has been

today the dupe of his  vanity, and I have no doubt that he is sorry already for what he has  done.  To bring out

his beautiful slave to dance with you!  According  to the prejudices of this country it is injurious to his dignity,

for  you are sure to have kindled an amorous flame in the poor girl's  breast.  I would advise you to be careful

and to keep on your guard,  because she will try to get up some intrigue with you; but be  prudent, for intrigues

are always dangerous in Turkey." 

I promised to be prudent, but I did not keep my promise; for, three  or four days afterwards, an old slave

woman met me in the street, and  offered to sell me for one piaster a tobaccobag embroidered in gold;  and as

she put it in my hand she contrived to make me feel that there  was a letter in the bag. 

I observed that she tried to avoid the eyes of the janissary who  was  walking behind me; I gave her one

piaster, she left me, and I  proceeded toward Yusuf's house.  He was not at home, and I went to  his garden to

read the letter with perfect freedom.  It was sealed  and without any address, and the slave might have made a

mistake; but  my curiosity was excited to the highest pitch; I broke the seal, and  found the following note

written in good enough Italian: 

"Should you wish to see the person with whom you danced the  forlana,  take a walk towards evening in the

garden beyond the  fountain, and  contrive to become acquainted with the old servant of  the gardener by  asking

her for some lemonade.  You may perchance  manage to see your  partner in the forlana without running any

risk,  even if you should  happen to meet Ismail; she is a native of Venice.  Be careful not to  mention this

invitation to any human being." 

"I am not such a fool, my lovely countrywoman," I exclaimed, as if  she had been present, and put the letter in

my pocket.  But at that  very moment, a finelooking elderly woman came out of a thicket,  pronounced my

name, and enquired what I wanted and how I had seen  her.  I answered that I had been speaking to the wind,

not supposing  that anyone could hear me, and without any more preparation, she  abruptly told me that she

was very glad of the opportunity of  speaking with me, that she was from Rome, that she had brought up

Zelmi, and had taught her to sing and to play the harp.  She then  praised highly the beauty and the excellent

qualities of her pupil,  saying that, if I saw her, I would certainly fall in love with her,  and expressing how

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"She sees us at this very moment," she added, "from behind that  green  windowblind, and we love you ever

since Yusuf has informed us  that  you may, perhaps, become Zelmi's husband." 

"May I mention our conversation to Yusuf ?" I enquired. 

"No." 

Her answering in the negative made me understand that, if I had  pressed her a little, she would have allowed

me to see her lovely  pupil, and perhaps it was with that intention that she had contrived  to speak to me, but I

felt great reluctance to do anything to  displease my worthy host.  I had another reason of even greater

importance: I was afraid of entering an intricate maze in which the  sight of a turban hovering over me made

me shudder. 

Yusuf came home, and far from being angry when he saw me with the  woman, he remarked that I must have

found much pleasure in conversing  with a native of Rome, and he congratulated me upon the delight I  must

have felt in dancing with one of the beauties from the harem of  the voluptuous Ismail. 

"Then it must be a pleasure seldom enjoyed, if it is so much talked  of?" 

"Very seldom indeed, for there is amongst us an invincible  prejudice  against exposing our lovely women to

the eyes of other men;  but  everyone may do as he pleases in his own house: Ismail is a very  worthy and a

very intelligent man." 

"Is the lady with whom I danced known?" 

"I believe not.  She wore a mask, and everybody knows that Ismail  possesses half a dozen slaves of surpassing

beauty." 

I spent a pleasant day with Yusuf, and when I left him, I ordered  my  janissary to take me to Ismail's.  As I was

known by his servants,  they allowed me to go in, and I proceeded to the spot described in  the letter.  The

eunuch came to me, informed me that his master was  out, but that he would be delighted to hear of my having

taken a walk  in the garden.  I told him that I would like a glass of lemonade, and  he took me to the

summerhouse, where I recognized the old woman who  had sold me the tobaccopouch.  The eunuch told her

to give me a  glass of some liquid which I found delicious, and would not allow me  to give her any money.

We then walked together towards the fountain,  but he told me abruptly that we were to go back, as he saw

three  ladies to whom he pointed, adding that, for the sake of decency, it  was necessary to avoid them.  I

thanked him for his attentions, left  my compliments for Ismail, and went away not dissatisfied with my  first

attempt, and with the hope of being more fortunate another  time. 

The next morning I received a letter from Ismail inviting me to go  fishing with him on the following day, and

stating that he intended  to enjoy the sport by moonlight.  I immediately gave way to my  suppositions, and I

went so far as to fancy that Ismail might be  capable of arranging an interview between me and the lovely

Venetian.  I did not mind his being present.  I begged permission of Chevalier  Venier to stop out of the palace

for one night, but he granted it  with the greatest difficulty, because he was afraid of some love  affair and of

the results it might have.  I took care to calm his  anxiety as much as I could, but without acquainting him with

all the  circumstances of the case, for I thought I was wise in being  discreet. 

I was exact to the appointed time, and Ismail received me with the  utmost cordiality, but I was surprised

when I found myself alone with  him in the boat.  We had two rowers and a man to steer; we took some  fish,

fried in oil, and ate it in the summerhouse.  The moon shone  brightly, and the night was delightful.  Alone

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Bonneval had told me, I was afraid lest the Turk  should take a fancy to give me too great a proof of his

friendship,  and I did not relish our teteatete.  But my fears were groundless. 

"Let us leave this place quietly," said Ismail, "I have just heard  a  slight noise which heralds something that

will amuse us." 

He dismissed his attendants, and took my hand, saying, 

"Let us go to a small room, the key of which I luckily have with  me,  but let us be careful not to make any

noise.  That room has a  window  overlooking the fountain where I think that two or three of my  beauties have

just gone to bathe.  We will see them and enjoy a very  pleasing sight, for they do not imagine that anyone is

looking at  them.  They know that the place is forbidden to everybody except me." 

We entered the room, we went to the window, and, the moon shining  right over the basin of the fountain, we

saw three nymphs who, now  swimming, now standing or sitting on the marble steps, offered  themselves to

our eyes in every possible position, and in all the  attitudes of graceful voluptuousness.  Dear reader, I must not

paint  in too vivid colours the details of that beautiful picture, but if  nature has endowed you with an ardent

imagination and with equally  ardent senses, you will easily imagine the fearful havoc which that  unique,

wonderful, and enchanting sight must have made upon my poor  body. 

A few days after that delightful fishing and bathing party by  moonlight, I called upon Yusuf early in the

morning; as it was  raining, I could not go to the garden, and I went into the dining  room, in which I had

never seen anyone.  The moment I entered the  room, a charming female form rose, covering her features with

a thick  veil which fell to the feet.  A slave was sitting near the window,  doing some tambourwork, but she

did not move.  I apologized, and  turned to leave the room, but the lady stopped me, observing, with a  sweet

voice, that Yusuf had commanded her to entertain me before  going out.  She invited me to be seated, pointing

to a rich cushion  placed upon two larger ones, and I obeyed, while, crossing her legs,  she sat down upon

another cushion opposite to me.  I thought I was  looking upon Zelmi, and fancied that Yusuf had made up his

mind to  shew me that he was not less courageous than Ismail.  Yet I was  surprised, for, by such a proceeding,

he strongly contradicted his  maxims, and ran the risk of impairing the unbiased purity of my  consent by

throwing love in the balance.  But I had no fear of that,  because, to become enamoured, I should have required

to see her face. 

"I suppose," said the veiled beauty, "that you do not know who I  am?" 

"I could not guess, if I tried." 

"I have been for the last five years the wife of your friend, and I  am a native of Scio.  I was thirteen years of

age when I became his  wife." 

I was greatly astonished to find that my Mussulman philosopher had  gone so far as to allow me to converse

with his wife, but I felt more  at ease after I had received that information, and fancied that I  might carry the

adventure further, but it would be necessary to see  the lady's face, for a finelydressed body, the head of

which is not  seen, excites but feeble desires.  The fire lighted by amorous  desires is like a fire of straw; the

moment it burns up it is near  its end.  I had before me a magnificent appearance, but I could not  see the soul of

the image, for a thick gauze concealed it from my  hungry gaze.  I could see arms as white as alabaster, and

hands like  those of Alcina, 'dove ne nodo appasisce ne vena accede', and my  active imagination fancied that

all the rest was in harmony with  those beautiful specimens, for the graceful folds of the muslin,  leaving the

outline all its perfection, hid from me only the living  satin of the surface; there was no doubt that everything

was lovely,  but I wanted to see, in the expression of her eyes, that all that my  imagination created had life and

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protect from the touch the colours of the flowers and of the  design, without lessening the pleasure of the eyes.

Yusuf's wife was  not dressed like a sultana; she wore the costume of Scio, with a  short skirt which concealed

neither the perfection of the leg nor the  round form of the thigh, nor the voluptuous plump fall of the hips,  nor

the slender, wellmade waist encompassed in a splendid band  embroidered in silver and covered with

arabesques.  Above all those  beauties, I could see the shape of two globes which Apelles would  have taken for

the model of those of his lovely Venus, and the rapid,  inequal movement of which proved to me that those

ravishing hillocks  were animated.  The small valley left between them, and which my eyes  greedily feasted

upon, seemed to me a lake of nectar, in which my  burning lips longed to quench their thirst with more ardour

than they  would have drunk from the cup of the gods. 

Enraptured, unable to control myself, I thrust my arm forward by a  movement almost independent of my will,

and my hand, too audacious,  was on the point of lifting the hateful veil, but she prevented me by  raising

herself quickly on tiptoe, upbraiding me at the same time for  my perfidious boldness, with a voice as

commanding as her attitude. 

"Dost thou deserve," she said, "Yusuf's friendship, when thou  abusest  the sacred laws of hospitality by

insulting his wife?" 

"Madam, you must kindly forgive me, for I never had any intention  to  insult you.  In my country the lowest of

men may fix his eyes upon  the face of a queen." 

"Yes, but he cannot tear off her veil, if she chooses to wear it.  Yusuf shall avenge me." 

The threat, and the tone in which it was pronounced, frightened me.  I threw myself at her feet, and succeeded

in calming her anger. 

"Take a seat," she said. 

And she sat down herself, crossing her legs with so much freedom  that  I caught a glimpse of charms which

would have caused me to lose  all  control over myself if the delightful sight had remained one  moment  longer

exposed to my eyes.  I then saw that I had gone the  wrong way  to work, and I felt vexed with myself; but it

was too late. 

"Art thou excited?" she said. 

"How could I be otherwise," I answered, "when thou art scorching me  with an ardent fire?" 

I had become more prudent, and I seized her hand without thinking  any  more of her face. 

"Here is my husband," she said, and Yusuf came into the room.  We  rose, Yusuf embraced me, I

complimented him, the slave left the room.  Yusuf thanked his wife for having entertained me, and offered her

his  arm to take her to her own apartment.  She took it, but when she  reached the door, she raised her veil, and

kissing her husband she  allowed me to see her lovely face as if it had been done unwittingly.  I followed her

with my eyes as long as I could, and Yusuf, coming  back to me, said with a laugh that his wife had offered to

dine with  us. 

"I thought," I said to him, "that I had Zelmi before me." 

"That would have been too much against our established rules.  What  I  have done is not much, but I do not

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"I think your wife must be handsome; is she more beautiful than  Zelmi?" 

"My daughter's beauty is cheerful, sweet, and gentle; that of  Sophia  is proud and haughty.  She will be happy

after my death.  The  man who  will marry her will find her a virgin." 

I gave an account of my adventure to M. de Bonneval, somewhat  exaggerating the danger I had run in trying

to raise the veil of the  handsome daughter of Scio. 

"She was laughing at you," said the count, "and you ran no danger.  She felt very sorry, believe me, to have to

deal with a novice like  you.  You have been playing the comedy in the French fashion, when  you ought to

have gone straight to the point.  What on earth did you  want to see her nose for?  She knew very well that she

would have  gained nothing by allowing you to see her.  You ought to have secured  the essential point.  If I

were young I would perhaps manage to give  her a revenge, and to punish my friend Yusuf.  You have given

that  lovely woman a poor opinion of Italian valour.  The most reserved of  Turkish women has no modesty

except on her face, and, with her veil  over it, she knows to a certainty that she will not blush at  anything.  I am

certain that your beauty keeps her face covered  whenever our friend Yusuf wishes to joke with her." 

"She is yet a virgin." 

"Rather a difficult thing to admit, my good friend; but I know the  daughters of Scio; they have a talent for

counterfeiting virginity." 

Yusuf never paid me a similar compliment again, and he was quite  right. 

A few days after, I happened to be in the shop of an Armenian  merchant, looking at some beautiful goods,

when Yusuf entered the  shop and praised my taste; but, although I had admired a great many  things, I did not

buy, because I thought they were too dear.  I said  so to Yusuf, but he remarked that they were, on the contrary,

very  cheap, and he purchased them all.  We parted company at the door, and  the next morning I received all

the beautiful things he had bought;  it was a delicate attention of my friend, and to prevent my refusal  of such

a splendid present, he had enclosed a note stating that, on  my arrival in Corfu, he would let me know to

whom the goods were to  be delivered.  He had thus sent me gold and silver filigrees from  Damascus,

portfolios, scarfs, belts, handkerchiefs and pipes, the  whole worth four or five hundred piasters.  When I called

to thank  him, I compelled him to confess that it was a present offered by his  friendship. 

The day before my departure from Constantinople, the excellent man  burst into tears as I bade him adieu, and

my grief was as great as  his own.  He told me that, by not accepting the offer of his  daughter's hand, I had so

strongly captivated his esteem that his  feelings for me could not have been warmer if I had become his son.

When I went on board ship with the Bailo Jean Dona, I found another  case given to me by him, containing

two quintals of the best Mocha  coffee, one hundred pounds of tobacco leaves, two large flagons  filled, one

with Zabandi tobacco, the other with camussa, and a  magnificent pipe tube of jessamine wood, covered with

gold filigrane,  which I sold in Corfu for one hundred sequins.  I had not it in my  power to give my generous

Turk any mark of my gratitude until I  reached Corfu, but there I did not fail to do so.  I sold all his  beautiful

presents, which made me the possessor of a small fortune. 

Ismail gave me a letter for the Chevalier de Lezze, but I could not  forward it to him because I unfortunately

lost it; he presented me  with a barrel of hydromel, which I turned likewise into money.  M. de  Bonneval gave

me a letter for Cardinal Acquaviva, which I sent  to Rome  with an account of my journey, but his eminence

did not think  fit to  acknowledge the receipt of either.  Bonneval made me a present  of  twelve bottles of

malmsey from Ragusa, and of twelve bottles of  genuine scopoloa great rarity, with which I made a present

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The only foreign minister I saw much in Constantinople was the lord  marshal of Scotland, the celebrated

Keith, who represented the King  of Prussia, and who, six years later was of great service to me in  Paris. 

We sailed from Constantinople in the beginning of September in the  same manofwar which had brought

us, and we reached Corfu in  fourteen days.  The Bailo Dona did not land.  He had with him eight  splendid

Turkish horses; I saw two of them still alive in Gorizia in  the year 1773. 

As soon as I had landed with my luggage, and had engaged a rather  mean lodging, I presented myself to M.

Andre Dolfin, the  proveditoregenerale, who promised me again that I should soon be  promoted to a

lieutenancy.  After my visit to him, I called upon M.  Camporese, my captain, and was well received by him.

My third visit  was to the commander of galleases, M. DR, to whom M. Antonio  Dolfin, with

whom I had travelled from Venice to Corfu, had kindly  recommended me.  After a short conversation, he

asked me if I would  remain with him with the title of adjutant.  I did not hesitate one  instant, but accepted,

saying how deeply honoured I felt by his  offer, and assuring him that he would always find me ready to carry

out his orders.  He immediately had me taken to my room, and, the  next day, I found myself established in his

house.  I obtained from  my captain a French soldier to serve me, and I was well pleased when  I found that the

man was a hairdresser by trade, and a great talker  by nature, for he could take care of my beautiful head of

hair, and I  wanted to practise French conversation.  He was a goodfornothing  fellow, a drunkard and a

debauchee, a peasant from Picardy, and he  could hardly read or write, but I did not mind all that; all I wanted

from him was to serve me, and to talk to me, and his French was  pretty good.  He was an amusing rogue,

knowing by heart a quantity of  erotic songs and of smutty stories which he could tell in the most  laughable

manner. 

When I had sold my stock of goods from Constantinople (except the  wines), I found myself the owner of

nearly five hundred sequins.  I  redeemed all the articles which I had pledged in the hands of Jews,  and turned

into money everything of which I had no need. I was  determined not to play any longer as a dupe, but to

secure in  gambling all the advantages which a prudent young man could obtain  without sullying his honour. 

I must now make my readers acquainted with the sort of life we were  at that time leading in Corfu.  As to the

city itself, I will not  describe it, because there are already many descriptions better than  the one I could offer

in these pages. 

We had then in Corfu the 'proveditoregenerale' who had sovereign  authority, and lived in a style of great

magnificence.  That post was  then filled by M. Andre Dolfin, a man sixty years of age, strict,  headstrong, and

ignorant.  He no longer cared for women, but liked to  be courted by them.  He received every evening, and the

suppertable  was always laid for twentyfour persons. 

We had three fieldofficers of the marines who did duty on the  galleys, and three fieldofficers for the troops

of the line on board  the menofwar. Each galeass had a captain called 'sopracomito', and  we had ten of

those captains; we had likewise ten commanders, one for  each manofwar, including three 'capi di mare', or

admirals.  They  all belonged to the nobility of Venice.  Ten young Venetian noblemen,  from twenty to

twentytwo years of age, were at Corfu as midshipmen  in the navy.  We had, besides, about a dozen civil

clerks in the  police of the island, or in the administration of justice, entitled  'grandi offciali di terra'.  Those

who were blessed with handsome  wives had the pleasure of seeing their houses very much frequented by

admirers who aspired to win the favours of the ladies, but there was  not much heroic lovemaking, perhaps

for the reason that there were  then in Corfu many Aspasias whose favours could be had for money.  Gambling

was allowed everywhere, and that all absorbing passion was  very prejudicial to the emotions of the heart. 

The lady who was then most eminent for beauty and gallantry was  Madame F.  Her husband, captain of

a galley, had come to Corfu  with her the year before, and madam had greatly astonished all the  naval officers.

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had dismissed  all the suitors who presented themselves.  M. F had married her  on the very day she had

left the convent; she was only seventeen  years of age then, and he had brought her on board his galley

immediately after the marriage ceremony. 

I saw her for the first time at the dinnertable on the very day of  my installation at M. D R's, and

she made a great impression  upon me.  I thought I was gazing at a supernatural being, so  infinitely above all

the women I had ever seen, that it seemed  impossible to fall in love with her She appeared to me of a nature

different and so greatly superior to mine that I did not see the  possibility of rising up to her.  I even went so far

as to persuade  myself that nothing but a Platonic friendship could exist between her  and M. DR,

and that M. F was quite right now not to shew  any jealousy.  Yet, that M. F was a perfect fool, and

certainly  not worthy of such a woman. The impression made upon me by Madame  Fwas too ridiculous

to last long, and the nature of it soon  changed, but in a novel manner, at least as far as I was concerned. 

My position as adjutant procured me the honour of dining at M.  D  R's table, but nothing more.

The other adjutant, like me,  an  ensign in the army, but the greatest fool I had ever seen, shared  that honour

with me.  We were not, however, considered as guests, for  nobody ever spoke to us, and, what is more, no one

ever honoured us  with a look.  It used to put me in a rage.  I knew very well that  people acted in that manner

through no real contempt for us, but it  went very hard with me.  I could very well understand that my

colleague, Sanzonio, should not complain of such treatment, because  he was a blockhead, but I did not feel

disposed to allow myself to be  put on a par with him.  At the end of eight or ten days, Madame  F, not

having con descended to cast one glance upon my person,  began to appear disagreeable to me.  I felt piqued,

vexed, provoked,  and the more so because I could not suppose that the lady acted in  that manner wilfully and

purposely; I would have been highly pleased  if there had been premeditation on her part.  I felt satisfied that  I

was a nobody in her estimation, and as I was conscious of being  somebody, I wanted her to know it.  At last a

circumstance offered  itself in which, thinking that she could address me, she was  compelled to look at me. 

M. D R having observed that a very, very fine turkey had  been placed before me, told me to

carve it, and I immediately went to  work.  I was not a skilful carver, and Madame F, laughing at my

want of dexterity, told me that, if I had not been certain of  performing my task with credit to myself, I ought

not to have  undertaken it.  Full of confusion, and unable to answer her as my  anger prompted, I sat down, with

my heart overflowing with spite and  hatred against her.  To crown my rage, having one day to address me,  she

asked me what was my name.  She had seen me every day for a  fortnight, ever since I had been the adjutant of

M. D R;  therefore she ought to have known my name.  Besides, I had been very  lucky at the

gamingtable, and I had become rather famous in Corfu.  My anger against Madame F was at its height. 

I had placed my money in the hands of a certain Maroli, a major in  the army and a gamester by profession,

who held the faro bank at the  coffeehouse.  We were partners; I helped him when he dealt, and he  rendered

me the same office when I held the cards, which was often  the case, because he was not generally liked.  He

used to hold the  cards in a way which frightened the punters; my manners were very  different, and I was very

lucky.  Besides I was easy and smiling when  my bank was losing, and I won without shewing any avidity, and

that  is a manner which always pleases the punters. 

This Maroli was the man who had won all my money during my first  stay  in Corfu, and finding, when I

returned, that I was resolved not  to be  duped any more, he judged me worthy of sharing the wise maxims

without which gambling must necessarily ruin all those who meddle  with it.  But as Maroli had won my

confidence only to a very slight  extent, I was very careful.  We made up our accounts every night, as  soon as

playing was over; the cashier kept the capital of the bank,  the winnings were divided, and each took his share

away.  Lucky at  play, enjoying good health and the friendship of my  comrades, who,  whenever the

opportunity offered, always found me  generous and ready  to serve them, I would have been well pleased with

my position if I  had been a little more considered at the table of  M. D R, and  treated with less

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hurt, I  hated her, and, with such a disposition of mind,  the more I admired  the perfection of her charms, the

more I found her  deficient in wit  and intelligence.  She might have made the conquest  of my heart  without

bestowing hers upon me, for all I wanted was not  to be  compelled to hate her, and I could not understand

what pleasure  it  could be for her to be detested, while with only a little kindness  she  could have been adored.

I could not ascribe her manner to a  spirit of  coquetry, for I had never given her the slightest proof of  the

opinion  I entertained of her beauty, and I could not therefore  attribute her  behaviour to a passion which might

have rendered me  disagreeable in  her eyes; M. D R seemed to interest her only  in a very slight

manner, and as to her husband, she cared nothing for  him.  In short,  that charming woman made me very

unhappy, and I was  angry with myself  because I felt that, if it had not been for the  manner in which she

treated me, I would not have thought of her, and  my vexation was  increased by the feeling of hatred

entertained by my  heart against  her, a feeling which until then I had never known to  exist in me, and  the

discovery of which overwhelmed me with  confusion. 

One day a gentleman handed me, as we were leaving the dinnertable,  a  roll of gold that he had lost upon

trust; Madame F saw it, and  she said to me very abruptly, 

"What do you do with your money?" 

"I keep it, madam, as a provision against possible losses." 

"But as you do not indulge in any expense it would be better for  you  not to play; it is time wasted." 

"Time given to pleasure is never time lost, madam; the only time  which a young man wastes is that which is

consumed in weariness,  because when he is a prey to ennui he is likely to fall a prey to  love, and to be

despised by the object of his affection." 

"Very likely; but you amuse yourself with hoarding up your money,  and  shew yourself to be a miser, and a

miser is not less contemptible  than a man in love.  Why do you not buy yourself a pair of gloves?" 

You may be sure that at these words the laughter was all on her  side,  and my vexation was all the greater

because I could not deny  that she  was quite right.  It was the adjutant's business to give the  ladies  an arm to

their carriages, and it was not proper to fulfil that  duty  without gloves.  I felt mortified, and the reproach of

avarice  hurt  me deeply.  I would a thousand times rather that she had laid my  error to a want of education; and

yet, so full of contradictions is  the human heart, instead of making amends by adopting an appearance  of

elegance which the state of my finances enabled me to keep up, I  did not purchase any gloves, and I resolved

to avoid her and to  abandon her to the insipid and dull gallantry of Sanzonio, who  sported gloves, but whose

teeth were rotten, whose breath was putrid,  who wore a wig, and whose face seemed to be covered with

shrivelled  yellow parchment. 

I spent my days in a continual state of rage and spite, and the  most  absurd part of it all was that I felt unhappy

because I could not  control my hatred for that woman whom, in good conscience, I could  not find guilty of

anything.  She had for me neither love nor  dislike, which was quite natural; but being young and disposed to

enjoy myself I had become, without any wilful malice on her part, an  eyesore to her and the butt of her

bantering jokes, which my  sensitiveness exaggerated greatly.  For all that I had an ardent wish  to punish her

and to make her repent.  I thought of nothing else.  At  one time I would think of devoting all my intelligence

and all my  money to kindling an amorous passion in her heart, and then to  revenge myself by treating her

with contempt.  But I soon realized  the impracticability of such a plan, for even supposing that I should

succeed in finding my way to her heart, was I the man to resist my  own success with such a woman?  I

certainly could not flatter myself  that I was so strongminded.  But I was the pet child of fortune, and  my

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M. D R having sent me with dispatches to M. de Condulmer,  captain of a 'galeazza', I had to wait

until midnight to deliver  them, and when I returned I found that M. D R had retired to  his

apartment for the night.  As soon as he was visible in the  morning I went to him to render an account of my

mission.  I had been  with him only a few minutes when his valet brought a letter saying  that Madame F's

adjutant was waiting for an answer.  M. D  R read the note, tore it to pieces, and in his excitement

stamped with his foot upon the fragments.  He walked up and down the  room for a little time, then wrote an

answer and rang for the  adjutant, to whom he delivered it.  He then recovered his usual  composure, concluded

the perusal of the dispatch sent by M. de  Condulmer, and told me to write a letter.  He was looking it over

when the valet came in, telling me that Madame F desired to see  me.  M. D R told me that he

did not require my services any  more for the present, and that I might go.  I left the room, but I  had not gone

ten yards when he called me back to remind me that my  duty was to know nothing; I begged to assure him

that I was well  aware of that.  I ran to Madame F's house, very eager to know  what she wanted with

me.  I was introduced immediately, and I was  greatly surprised to find her sitting up in bed, her countenance

flushed and excited, and her eyes red from the tears she had  evidently just been shedding.  My heart was

beating quickly, yet I  did not know why. 

"Pray be seated," she said, "I wish to speak with you." 

"Madam," I answered, "I am not worthy of so great a favour, and I  have not yet done anything to deserve it;

allow me to remain  standing." 

She very likely recollected that she had never been so polite  before,  and dared not press me any further.  She

collected her  thoughts for  an instant or two, and said to me: 

"Last evening my husband lost two hundred sequins upon trust at  your  faro bank; he believed that amount to

be in my hands, and I must  therefore give it to him immediately, as he is bound in honour to pay  his losses

today.  Unfortunately I have disposed of the money, and I  am in great trouble.  I thought you might tell

Maroli that I have  paid you the amount lost by my husband.  Here is a ring of some  value; keep it until the 1st

of January, when I will return the two  hundred sequins for which I am ready to give you my note of hand." 

"I accept the note of hand, madam, but I cannot consent to deprive  you of your ring.  I must also tell you that

M. F must go himself  to the bank, or send some one there, to redeem his debt.  Within ten  minutes you

shall have the amount you require." 

I left her without waiting for an answer, and I returned within a  few  minutes with the two hundred ducats,

which I handed to her, and  putting in my pocket her note of hand which she had just written, I  bowed to take

my leave, but she addressed to me these precious words: 

"I believe, sir, that if I had known that you were so well disposed  to oblige me, I could not have made up my

mind to beg that service  from you." 

"Well, madam, for the future be quite certain that there is not a  man  in the world capable of refusing you such

an insignificant service  whenever you will condescend to ask for it in person." 

"What you say is very complimentary, but I trust never to find  myself  again under the necessity of making

such a cruel experiment." 

I left Madame F, thinking of the shrewdness of her answer.  She  had not told me that I was mistaken,

as I had expected she would,  for  that would have caused her some humiliation: she knew that I was  with  M.

D R when the adjutant had brought her letter, and she  could not doubt that I was aware of the

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dignity; it afforded me great gratification, and I thought  her  worthy of adoration.  I saw clearly that she could

have no love  for M.  D R, and that she was not loved by him, and the  discovery  made me leap for

joy.  From that moment I felt I was in  love with her,  and I conceived the hope that she might return my  ardent

affection. 

The first thing I did, when I returned to my room, was to cross out  with ink every word of her note of hand,

except her name, in such a  manner that it was impossible to guess at the contents, and putting  it in an

envelope carefully sealed, I deposited it in the hands of a  public notary who stated, in the receipt he gave me

of the envelope,  that he would deliver it only to Madame F, whenever she should  request its delivery. 

The same evening M. F came to the bank, paid me, played with  cash in hand, and won some fifty

ducats.  What caused me the greatest  surprise was that M. D R continued to be very gracious to

Madame F, and that she remained exactly the same towards him as  she used to be before.  He did not

even enquire what she wanted when  she had sent for me.  But if she did not seem to change her manner

towards my master, it was a very different case with me, for whenever  she was opposite to me at dinner, she

often addressed herself to me,  and she thus gave me many opportunities of shewing my education and  my wit

in amusing stories or in remarks, in which I took care to  blend instruction with witty jests.  At that time

F had the great  talent of making others laugh while I kept a serious countenance  myself.  I had learnt

that accomplishment from M. de Malipiero, my  first master in the art of good breeding, who used to say to

me, 

"If you wish your audience to cry, you must shed tears yourself,  but  if you wish to make them laugh you must

contrive to look as  serious  as a judge." 

In everything I did, in every word I uttered, in the presence of  Madame F, the only aim I had was to

please her, but I did not  wish her to suppose so, and I never looked at her unless she spoke to  me.  I wanted to

force her curiosity, to compel her to suspect nay,  to guess my secret, but without giving her any advantage

over me: it  was necessary for me to proceed by slow degrees.  In the mean time,  and until I should have a

greater happiness, I was glad to see that  my money, that magic talisman, and my good conduct, obtained me a

consideration much greater than I could have hoped to obtain either  through my position, or from my age, or

in consequence of any talent  I might have shewn in the profession I had adopted. 

Towards the middle of November, the soldier who acted as my servant  was attacked with inflammation of the

chest; I gave notice of it to  the captain of his company, and he was carried to the hospital.  On  the fourth day I

was told that he would not recover, and that he had  received the last sacraments; in the evening I happened to

be at his  captain's when the priest who had attended him came to announce his  death, and to deliver a small

parcel which the dying man had  entrusted to him to be given up to his captain only after his death.  The parcel

contained a brass seal engraved with ducal arms, a  certificate of baptism, and a sheet of paper covered with

writing in  French.  Captain Camporese, who only spoke Italian, begged me to  translate the paper, the contents

of which were as follows: 

"My will is that this paper, which I have written and signed with  my  own hand, shall be delivered to my

captain only after I have  breathed  my last: until then, my confessor shall not make any use of  it, for I  entrust

it to his hands only under the seal of confession.  I entreat  my captain to have me buried in a vault from which

my body  can be  exhumed in case the duke, my father, should request its  exhumation.  I entreat him likewise to

forward my certificate of  baptism, the seal  with the armorial bearings of my family, and a legal  certificate of

my birth to the French ambassador in Venice, who will  send the whole  to the duke, my father, my rights of

primogeniture  belonging, after  my demise, to the prince, my brother.  In faith of  which I have  signed and

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The certificate of baptism, delivered at St. Sulpice gave the same  names, and the title of the father was

Francois V.  The name of the  mother was Gabrielle du Plessis. 

As I was concluding my translation I could not help bursting into  loud laughter; but the foolish captain, who

thought my mirth out of  place, hurried out to render an account of the affair to the  proveditoregenerale, and

I went to the coffeehouse, not doubting  for one moment that his excellency would laugh at the captain, and

that the postmortem buffoonery would greatly amuse the whole of  Corfu. 

I had known in Rome, at Cardinal Acquaviva's, the Abbe de  Liancourt,  greatgrandson of Charles, whose

sister, Gabrielle du  Plessis, had  been the wife of Francois V., but that dated from the  beginning of  the last

century.  I had made a copy from the records of  the cardinal  of the account of certain circumstances which the

Abbe de  Liancourt  wanted to communicate to the court of Spain, and in which  there were  a great many

particulars respecting the house of Du  Plessis.  I  thought at the same time that the singular imposture of La

Valeur  (such was the name by which my soldier generally went) was  absurd and  without a motive, since it

was to be known only after his  death, and  could not therefore prove of any advantage to him. 

Half an hour afterwards, as I was opening a fresh pack of cards,  the  Adjutant Sanzonio came in, and told the

important news in the most  serious manner.  He had just come from the office of the proveditore,  where

Captain Camporese had run in the utmost hurry to deposit  in the  hands of his excellency the seal and the

papers of the  deceased  prince.  His excellency had immediately issued his orders  for the  burial of the prince in

a vault with all the honours due to  his  exalted rank.  Another half hour passed, and M.  Minolto,  adjutant of  the

proveditoregenerale, came to inform me that his  excellency wanted  to see me.  I passed the cards to Major

Maroli, and  went to his  excellency's house.  I found him at supper with several  ladies, three  or four naval

commanders, Madame F, and M. D  R. 

"So, your servant was a prince!" said the old general to me. 

"Your excellency, I never would have suspected it, and even now  that  he is dead I do not believe it." 

"Why?  He is dead, but he was not insane.  You have seen his  armorial  bearings, his certificate of baptism, as

well as what he  wrote with  his own hand.  When a man is so near death, he does not  fancy  practical jokes." 

"If your excellency is satisfied of the truth of the story, my duty  is to remain silent." 

"The story cannot be anything but true, and your doubts surprise  me." 

"I doubt, monsignor, because I happen to have positive information  respecting the families of La

Rochefoucault and Du Plessis.  Besides,  I have seen too much of the man.  He was not a madman, but he

certainly was an extravagant jester.  I have never seen him write,  and he has told me himself a score of times

that he had never  learned." 

"The paper he has written proves the contrary.  His arms have the  ducal bearings; but perhaps you are not

aware that M. de la  Rochefoucault is a duke and peer of the French realm?" 

"I beg your eminence's pardon; I know all about it; I know even  more,  for I know that Francois VI.  married a

daughter of the house of  Vivonne." 

"You know nothing." 

When I heard this remark, as foolish as it was rude, I resolved on  remaining silent, and it was with some

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vanity.  An officer remarked that the deceased was a fine  man, a witty man, and had shewn wonderful

cleverness in keeping up  his assumed character so well that no one ever had the faintest  suspicion of what he

really was.  A lady said that, if she had known  him, she would have been certain to find him out.  Another

flatterer,  belonging to that mean, contemptible race always to be found near the  great and wealthy of the

earth, assured us that the late prince had  always shewn himself cheerful, amiable, obliging, devoid of

haughtiness towards his comrades, and that he used to sing  beautifully.  "He was only twentyfive years of

age," said Madame  Sagredo, looking me full in the face, "and if he was endowed with all  those qualities, you

must have discovered them." 

"I can only give you, madam, a true likeness of the man, such as I  have seen him.  Always gay, often even to

folly, for he could throw a  somersault beautifully; singing songs of a very erotic kind, full of  stories and of

popular tales of magic, miracles, and ghosts, and a  thousand marvellous feats which commonsense refused

to believe, and  which, for that very reason, provoked the mirth of his hearers.  His  faults were that he was

drunken, dirty, quarrelsome, dissolute, and  somewhat of a cheat.  I put up with all his deficiences, because he

dressed my hair to my taste, and his constant chattering offered me  the opportunity of practising the

colloquial French which cannot be  acquired from books.  He has always assured me that he was born in

Picardy, the son of a common peasant, and that he had deserted from  the French army.  He may have deceived

me when he said that he could  not write." 

Just then Camporese rushed into the room, and announced that La  Veleur was yet breathing.  The general,

looking at me significantly,  said that he would be delighted if the man could be saved. 

"And I likewise, monsignor, but his confessor will certainly kill  him  tonight." 

"Why should the father confessor kill him?" 

"To escape the galleys to which your excellency would not fail to  send him for having violated the secrecy of

the confessional." 

Everybody burst out laughing, but the foolish old general knitted  his  brows.  The guests retired soon

afterwards, and Madame F,  whom  I had preceded to the carriage, M. D R having offered

her  his arm, invited me to get in with her, saying that it was  raining.  It was the first time that she had

bestowed such an honour  upon me. 

"I am of your opinion about that prince," she said, "but you have  incurred the displeasure of the proveditore." 

"I am very sorry, madam, but it could not have been avoided, for I  cannot help speaking the truth openly." 

"You might have spared him," remarked M. D R, "the cutting  jest of the confessor killing the

false prince." 

"You are right, sir, but I thought it would make him laugh as well  as  it made madam and your excellency.  In

conversation people  generally  do not object to a witty jest causing merriment and  laughter." 

"True; only those who have not wit enough to laugh do not like the  jest." 

"I bet a hundred sequins that the madman will recover, and that,  having the general on his side, he will reap

all the advantages of  his imposture.  I long to see him treated as a prince, and making  love to Madame

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Hearing the last words, Madame F, who did not like Madame  Sagredo, laughed heartily, and, as we

were getting out of the  carriage, M. D R invited me to accompany them upstairs.  He  was in the

habit of spending half an hour alone with her at her own  house when they had taken supper together with the

general, for her  husband never shewed himself.  It was the first time that the happy  couple admitted a third

person to their teteatete.  I felt very  proud of the compliment thus paid to me, and I thought it might have

important results for me.  My satisfaction, which I concealed as well  as I could, did not prevent me from being

very gay and from giving a  comic turn to every subject brought forward by the lady or by her  lord. 

We kept up our pleasant trio for four hours; and returned to the  mansion of M. D R only at two

o'clock in the morning.  It  was during that night that Madame F and M. D R really  made my

acquaintance.  Madame F told him that she had never  laughed so much, and that she had never imagined

that a conversation,  in appearance so simple, could afford so much pleasure and merriment.  On my side, I

discovered in her so much wit and cheerfulness, that I  became deeply enamoured, and went to bed fully

satisfied that, in the  future, I could not keep up the show of indifference which I had so  far assumed towards

her. 

When I woke up the next morning, I heard from the new soldier who  served me that La Valeur was better,

and had been pronounced out of  danger by the physician. At dinner the conversation fell upon him,  but I did

not open my lips.  Two days afterwards, the general gave  orders to have him removed to a comfortable

apartment, sent him a  servant, clothed him, and the overcredulous proveditore having paid  him a visit, all

the naval commanders and officers thought it their  duty to imitate him, and to follow his example: the general

curiosity  was excited, there was a rush to see the new prince.  M. D R  followed his leaders, and

Madame Sagredo, having set the ladies in  motion, they all called upon him, with the exception of Madame

F,  who told me laughingly that she would not pay him a visit unless I  would consent to introduce her.  I

begged to be excused.  The knave  was called your highness, and the wonderful prince styled Madame  Sagredo

his princess.  M. D R tried to persuade me to call  upon the rogue, but I told him that I had said

too much, and that I  was neither courageous nor mean enough to retract my words.  The  whole imposture

would soon have been discovered if anyone had  possessed a peerage, but it just happened that there was not a

copy  in Corfu, and the French consul, a fat blockhead, like many other  consuls, knew nothing of family trees.

The madcap La Valeur began to  walk out a week after his metamorphosis into a prince.  He dined and  had

supper every day with the general, and every evening he was  present at the reception, during which, owing to

his intemperance, he  always went fast asleep.  Yet, there were two reasons which kept up  the belief of his

being a prince: the first was that he did not seem  afraid of the news expected from Venice, where the

proveditore had  written immediately after the discovery; the second was that he  solicited from the bishop the

punishment of the priest who had  betrayed his secret by violating the seal of confession.  The poor  priest had

already been sent to prison, and the proveditore had not  the courage to defend him.  The new prince had been

invited to dinner  by all the naval officers, but M. D R had not made up his  mind to imitate them

so far, because Madame F had clearly warned  him that she would dine at her own house on the day he

was invited.  I  had likewise respectfully intimated that, on the same occasion, I  would take the liberty of

dining somewhere else. 

I met the prince one day as I was coming out of the old fortress  leading to the esplanade.  He stopped, and

reproached me for not  having called upon him.  I laughed, and advised him to think of his  safety before the

arrival of the news which would expose all the  imposture, in which case the proveditore was certain to treat

him  very severely.  I offered to help him in his flight from Corfu, and  to get a Neapolitan captain, whose ship

was ready to sail, to conceal  him on board; but the fool, instead of accepting my offer, loaded me  with insults. 

He was courting Madame Sagredo, who treated him very well, feeling  proud that a French prince should have

given her the preference over  all the other ladies.  One day that she was dining in great ceremony  at M.

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"I have it from his own lips," she added, "and he cannot make out  your obstinacy in believing him an

impostor." 

"I have given him that advice, madam, because my heart is good, and  my judgment sane." 

"Then we are all of us as many fools, the proveditore included?" 

"That deduction would not be right, madam.  An opinion contrary to  that of another does not necessarily make

a fool of the person who  entertains it.  It might possibly turn out, in ten or twelve days,  that I have been

entirely mistaken myself, but I should not consider  myself a fool in consequence.  In the mean time, a lady of

your  intelligence must have discovered whether that man is a peasant or a  prince by his education and

manners.  For instance, does he dance  well?" 

"He does not know one step, but he is the first to laugh about it;  he  says he never would learn dancing." 

"Does he behave well at table?" 

"Well, he doesn't stand on ceremony.  He does not want his plate to  be changed, he helps himself with his

spoon out of the dishes; he  does not know how to check an eructation or a yawn, and if he feels  tired he

leaves the table.  It is evident that he has been very badly  brought up." 

"And yet he is very pleasant, I suppose.  Is he clean and neat?" 

"No, but then he is not yet well provided with linen." 

"I am told that he is very sober." 

"You are joking.  He leaves the table intoxicated twice a day, but  he  ought to be pitied, for he cannot drink

wine and keep his head  clear.  Then he swears like a trooper, and we all laugh, but he never  takes  offence." 

"Is he witty?" 

"He has a wonderful memory, for he tells us new stories every day." 

"Does he speak of his family?" 

"Very often of his mother, whom he loved tenderly.  She was a Du  Plessis." 

"If his mother is still alive she must be a hundred and fifty years  old." 

"What nonsense!" 

"Not at all; she was married in the days of Marie de Medicis." 

"But the certificate of baptism names the prince's mother, and his  seal" 

"Does he know what armorial bearings he has on that seal?" 

"Do you doubt it?" 

"Very strongly, or rather I am certain that he knows nothing about  it." 


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We left the table, and the prince was announced.  He came in, and  Madame Sagredo lost no time in saying to

him, "Prince, here is M.  Casanova; he pretends that you do not know your own armorial  bearings." Hearing

these words, he came up to me, sneering, called me  a coward, and gave me a smack on the face which almost

stunned me.  I  left the room very slowly, not forgetting my hat and my cane, and  went downstairs, while M.

D R was loudly ordering the  servants to throw the madman out of the window. 

I left the palace and went to the esplanade in order to wait for  him.  The moment I saw him, I ran to meet him,

and I beat him so  violently  with my cane that one blow alone ought to have killed him.  He drew  back, and

found himself brought to a stand between two walls,  where,  to avoid being beaten to death, his only resource

was to draw  his  sword, but the cowardly scoundrel did not even think of his  weapon,  and I left him, on the

ground, covered with blood.  The crowd  formed  a line for me to pass, and I went to the coffeehouse, where I

drank  a glass of lemonade, without sugar to precipitate the bitter  saliva  which rage had brought up from my

stomach.  In a few minutes, I  found  myself surrounded by all the young officers of the garrison, who  joined in

the general opinion that I ought to have killed him, and  they at last annoyed me, for it was not my fault if I

had not done  so, and I would certainly have taken his life if he had drawn his  sword. 

I had been in the coffeehouse for half an hour when the general's  adjutant came to tell me that his excellency

ordered me to put myself  under arrest on board the bastarda, a galley on which the prisoners  had their legs in

irons like galley slaves.  The dose was rather too  strong to be swallowed, and I did not feel disposed to submit

to it.  "Very good, adjutant," I replied, "it shall be done." He went away,  and I left the coffeehouse a moment

after him, but when I reached  the end of the street, instead of going towards the esplanade, I  proceeded

quickly towards the sea.  I walked along the beach for a  quarter of an hour, and finding a boat empty, but with

a pair of  oars, I got in her, and unfastening her, I rowed as hard as I could  towards a large caicco, sailing

against the wind with six oars.  As  soon as I had come up to her, I went on board and asked the  carabouchiri to

sail before the wind and to take me to a large wherry  which could be seen at some distance, going towards

Vido Rock.  I  abandoned the rowboat, and, after paying the master of the caicco  generously, I got into the

wherry, made a bargain with the skipper  who unfurled three sails, and in less than two hours we were fifteen

miles away from Corfu.  The wind having died away, I made the men row  against the current, but towards

midnight they told me that they  could not row any longer, they were worn out with fatigue.  They  advised me

to sleep until daybreak, but I refused to do so, and for  a trifle I got them to put me on shore, without asking

where I was,  in order not to raise their suspicions.  It was enough for me to know  that I was at a distance of

twenty miles from Corfu, and in a place  where nobody could imagine me to be.  The moon was shining, and I

saw  a church with a house adjoining, a long barn opened on both sides, a  plain of about one hundred yards

confined by hills, and nothing more.  I found some straw in the barn, and laying myself down, I slept until

daybreak in spite of the cold.  It was the 1st of December, and  although the climate is very mild in Corfu I

felt benumbed when I  awoke, as I had no cloak over my thin uniform. 

The bells begin to toll, and I proceed towards the church.  The  long  bearded papa, surprised at my sudden

apparition, enquires  whether I  am Romeo (a Greek); I tell him that I am Fragico (Italian),  but he  turns his

back upon me and goes into his house, the door of  which he  shuts without condescending to listen to me. 

I then turned towards the sea, and saw a boat leaving a tartan  lying  at anchor within one hundred yards of the

island; the boat had  four  oars and landed her passengers.  I come up to them and meet a  good  looking Greek,

a woman and a young boy ten or twelve years old.  Addressing myself to the Greek, I ask him whether he has

had a  pleasant passage, and where he comes from.  He answers in Italian  that he has sailed from Cephalonia

with his wife and his son, and  that he is bound for Venice; he had landed to hear mass at the Church  of Our

Lady of Casopo, in order to ascertain whether his fatherin  law was still alive, and whether he would pay

the amount he had  promised him for the dowry of his wife. 

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"The Papa Deldimopulo will tell me; he will communicate faithfully  the oracle of the Holy Virgin." I say

nothing and follow him into the  church; he speaks to the priest, and gives him some money.  The papa  says

the mass, enters the sanctum sanctorum, comes out again in a  quarter of an hour, ascends the steps of the

altar, turns towards his  audience, and, after meditating for a minute and stroking his long  beard, he delivers

his oracle in a dozen words.  The Greek of  Cephalonia, who certainly could not boast of being as wise as

Ulysses, appears very well pleased, and gives more money to the  impostor.  We leave the church, and I ask

him whether he feels  satisfied) with the oracle. 

"Oh!  quite satisfied.  I know now that my fatherinlaw is alive,  and that he will pay me the dowry, if I

consent to leave my child  with him.  I am aware that it is his fancy and I will give him the  boy." 

"Does the papa know you?" 

"No; he is not even acquainted with my name." 

"Have you any fine goods on board your tartan?" 

"Yes; come and breakfast with me; you can see all I have." 

"Very willingly." 

Delighted at hearing that oracles were not yet defunct, and  satisfied  that they will endure as long as there are

in this world  simple  minded men and deceitful, cunning priests, I follow the good  man, who  took me to his

tartan and treated me to an excellent  breakfast.  His  cargo consisted of cotton, linen, currants, oil, and

excellent wines.  He had also a stock of nightcaps, stockings, cloaks  in the Eastern  fashion, umbrellas, and

sea biscuits, of which I was  very fond; in  those days I had thirty teeth, and it would have been  difficult to  find

a finer set.  Alas!  I have but two left now, the  other twenty  eight are gone with other tools quite as precious;

but  'dum vita  super est, bene est.'  I bought a small stock of everything  he had  except cotton, for which I had

no use, and without discussing  his  price I paid him the thirtyfive or forty sequins he demanded, and  seeing

my generosity he made me a present of six beautiful botargoes. 

I happened during our conversation to praise the wine of Xante,  which  he called generoydes, and he told me

that if I would accompany  him to  Venice he would give me a bottle of that wine every day  including the

quarantine.  Always superstitious, I was on the point of  accepting,  and that for the most foolish

reasonnamely, that there  would be no  premeditation in that strange resolution, and it might be  the impulse

of fate.  Such was my nature in those days; alas; it is  very  different now.  They say that it is because wisdom

comes with old  age, but I cannot reconcile myself to cherish the effect of a most  unpleasant cause. 

Just as I was going to accept his offer he proposes to sell me a  very  fine gun for ten sequins, saying that in

Corfu anyone would be  glad  of it for twelve.  The word Corfu upsets all my ideas on the  spot!  I  fancy I hear

the voice of my genius telling me to go back to  that  city.  I purchase the gun for the ten sequins, and my

honest  Cephalonian, admiring my fair dealing, gives me, over and above our  bargain, a beautiful Turkish

pouch well filled with powder and shot.  Carrying my gun, with a good warm cloak over my uniform and with

a  large bag containing all my purchases, I take leave of the worthy  Greek, and am landed on the shore,

determined on obtaining a lodging  from the cheating papa, by fair means or foul.  The good wine of my  friend

the Cephalonian had excited me just enough to make me carry my  determination into immediate execution.  I

had in my pockets four or  five hundred copper gazzette, which were very heavy, but which I had  procured

from the Greek, foreseeing that I might want them during my  stay on the island. 

I store my bag away in the barn and I proceed, gun in hand, towards  the house of the priest; the church was

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I must give my readers some idea of the state I was in at that  moment.  I was quietly hopeless.  The three or

four hundred sequins I  had with me did not prevent me from thinking that I was not in very  great security on

the island; I could not remain long, I would soon  be found out, and, being guilty of desertion, I should be

treated  accordingly.  I did not know what to do, and that is always an  unpleasant predicament.  It would be

absurd for me to return to Corfu  of my own accord; my flight would then be useless, and I should be  thought

a fool, for my return would be a proof of cowardice or  stupidity; yet I did not feel the courage to desert

altogether.  The  chief cause of my decision was not that I had a thousand sequins in  the hands of the faro

banker, or my wellstocked wardrobe, or the  fear of not getting a living somewhere else, but the unpleasant

recollection that I should leave behind me a woman whom I loved to  adoration, and from whom I had not yet

obtained any favour, not even  that of kissing her hand.  In such distress of mind I could not do  anything else

but abandon myself to chance, whatever the result might  be, and the most essential thing for the present was

to secure a  lodging and my daily food. 

I knock at the door of the priest's dwelling.  He looks out of a  window and shuts it without listening to me, I

knock again, I swear,  I call out loudly, all in vain, Giving way to my rage, I take aim at  a poor sheep grazing

with several others at a short distance, and  kill it.  The herdsman begins to scream, the papa shows himself at

the window, calling out, "Thieves!  Murder!" and orders the alarm  bell to be rung.  Three bells are

immediately set in motion, I  foresee a general gathering: what is going to happen?  I do not know,  but happen

what will, I load my gun and await coming events. 

In less than eight or ten minutes, I see a crowd of peasants coming  down the hills, armed with guns,

pitchforks, or cudgels: I withdraw  inside of the barn, but without the slightest fear, for I cannot  suppose that,

seeing me alone, these men will murder me without  listening to me. 

The first ten or twelve peasants come forward, gun in hand and  ready  to fire: I stop them by throwing down

my gazzette, which they  lose no  time in picking up from the ground, and I keep on throwing  money down  as

the men come forward, until I had no more left.  The  clowns were  looking at each other in great astonishment,

not knowing  what to make  out of a welldressed young man, looking very peaceful,  and throwing  his money

to them with such generosity.  I could not  speak to them  until the deafening noise of the bells should cease.  I

quietly sit  down on my large bag, and keep still, but as soon as I can  be heard I  begin to address the men.  The

priest, however, assisted by  his  beadle and by the herdsman, interrupts me, and all the more easily  that I was

speaking Italian.  My three enemies, who talked all at  once, were trying to excite the crowd against me. 

One of the peasants, an elderly and reasonablelooking man, comes  up  to me and asks me in Italian why I

have killed the sheep. 

"To eat it, my good fellow, but not before I have paid for it." 

"But his holiness, the papa, might choose to charge one sequin for  it." 

"Here is one sequin." 

The priest takes the money and goes away: war is over.  The peasant  tells me that he has served in the

campaign of 1716, and that he was  at the defence of Corfu.  I compliment him, and ask him to find me a

lodging and a man able to prepare my meals.  He answers that he will  procure me a whole house, that he will

be my cook himself, but I must  go up the hill.  No matter!  He calls two stout fellows, one takes my  bag, the

other shoulders my sheep, and forward!  As we are walking  along, I tell him, 

"My good man, I would like to have in my service twentyfour  fellows  like these under military discipline.  I

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"I will," says the old soldier, "raise for you this very day a  body  guard of which you will be proud." 

We reach a very convenient house, containing on the ground floor  three rooms and a stable, which I

immediately turned into a guard  room. 

My lieutenant went to get what I wanted, and particularly a  needlewoman to make me some shirts.  In the

course of the day I had  furniture, bedding, kitchen utensils, a good dinner, twentyfour  wellequipped

soldiers, a superannuated sempstress and several young  girls to make my shirts.  After supper, I found my

position highly  pleasant, being surrounded with some thirty persons who looked upon  me as their sovereign,

although they could not make out what had  brought me to their island.  The only thing which struck me as

disagreeable was that the young girls could not speak Italian, and I  did not know Greek enough to enable me

to make love to them. 

The next morning my lieutenant had the guard relieved, and I could  not help bursting into a merry laugh.

They were like a flock of  sheep: all fine men, wellmade and strong; but without uniform and  without

discipline the finest band is but a herd.  However, they  quickly learned how to present arms and to obey the

orders of their  officer.  I caused three sentinels to be placed, one before the  guardroom, one at my door, and

the third where he could have a good  view of the sea.  This sentinel was to give me warning of the  approach

of any armed boat or vessel.  For the first two or three  days I considered all this as mere amusement, but,

thinking that I  might really want the men to repel force by force, I had some idea of  making my army take an

oath of allegiance.  I did not do so, however,  although my lieutenant assured me that I had only to express my

wishes, for my generosity had captivated the love of all the  islanders. 

My sempstress, who had procured some young needlewomen to sew my  shirts, had expected that I would fall

in love with one and not with  all, but my amorous zeal overstepped her hopes, and all the pretty  ones had

their turn; they were all well satisfied with me, and the  sempstress was rewarded for her good offices.  I was

leading a  delightful life, for my table was supplied with excellent dishes,  juicy mutton, and snipe so delicious

that I have never tasted their  like except in St. Petersburg.  I drank scopolo wine or the best  muscatel of the

Archipelago.  My lieutenant was my only table  companion.  I never took a walk without him and two of my

bodyguard,  in order to defend myself against the attacks of a few young men who  had a spite against me

because they fancied, not without some reason,  that my needlewomen, their mistresses, had left them on my

account.  I  often thought while I was rambling about the island, that without  money I should have been

unhappy, and that I was indebted to my gold  for all the happiness I was enjoying; but it was right to suppose

at  the same time that, if I had not felt my purse pretty heavy, I would  not have been likely to leave Corfu. 

I had thus been playing the petty king with success for a week or  ten  days, when, towards ten o'clock at night

I heard the sentinel's  challenge.  My lieutenant went out, and returned announcing that an  honestlooking

man, who spoke Italian, wished to see me on important  business.  I had him brought in, and, in the presence of

my  lieutenant, he told me in Italian: 

"Next Sunday, the Papa Deldimopulo will fulminate against you the  'cataramonachia'.  If you do not prevent

him, a slow fever will send  you into the next world in six weeks." 

"I have never heard of such a drug." 

"It is not a drug.  It is a curse pronounced by a priest with the  Host in his hands, and it is sure to be fulfilled." 

"What reason can that priest have to murder me?" 

"You disturb the peace and discipline of his parish.  You have  seduced several young girls, and now their

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I made him drink, and thanking him heartily, wished him good night.  His warning struck me as deserving my

attention, for, if I had no  fear of the 'cataramonachia', in which I had not the slightest faith,  I feared certain

poisons which might be by far more efficient.  I  passed a very quiet night, but at daybreak I got up, and

without  saying anything to my lieutenant, I went straight to the church where  I found the priest, and

addressed him in the following words, uttered  in a tone likely to enforce conviction: 

"On the first symptom of fever, I will shoot you like a dog.  Throw  over me a curse which will kill me

instantly, or make your will.  Farewell!" 

Having thus warned him, I returned to my royal palace.  Early on  the  following Monday, the papa called on

me.  I had a slight headache;  he  enquired after my health, and when I told him that my head felt  rather heavy,

he made me laugh by the air of anxiety with which he  assured me that it could be caused by nothing else than

the heavy  atmosphere of the island of Casopo. 

Three days after his visit, the advanced sentinel gave the warcry.  The lieutenant went out to reconnoitre, and

after a short absence he  gave me notice that the long boat of an armed vessel had just landed  an officer.

Danger was at hand. 

I go out myself, I call my men to arms, and, advancing a few steps,  I  see an officer, accompanied by a guide,

who was walking towards my  dwelling.  As he was alone, I had nothing to fear.  I return to my  room, giving

orders to my lieutenant to receive him with all military  honours and to introduce him.  Then, girding my

sword, I wait for my  visitor. 

In a few minutes, Adjutant Minolto, the same who had brought me the  order to put myself under arrest,

makes his appearance. 

"You are alone," I say to him, "and therefore you come as a friend.  Let us embrace." 

"I must come as a friend, for, as an enemy, I should not have  enough  men.  But what I see seems a dream." 

"Take a seat, and dine with me.  I will treat you splendidly." 

"Most willingly, and after dinner we will leave the island  together." 

"You may go alone, if you like; but I will not leave this place  until  I have the certainty, not only that I shall

not be sent to the  'bastarda', but also that I shall have every satisfaction from the  knave whom the general

ought to send to the galleys." 

"Be reasonable, and come with me of your own accord.  My orders are  to take you by force, but as I have not

enough men to do so, I shall  make my report, and the general will, of course, send a force  sufficient to arrest

you." 

"Never; I will not be taken alive." 

"You must be mad; believe me, you are in the wrong.  You have  disobeyed the order I brought you to go to

the 'bastarda; in that you  have acted wrongly, and in that alone, for in every other respect you  were perfectly

right, the general himself says so." 

"Then I ought to have put myself under arrest?" 

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"Would you have obeyed, if you had been in my place ?" 

"I cannot and will not tell you what I would have done, but I know  that if I had disobeyed orders I should

have been guilty of a crime:" 

"But if I surrendered now I should be treated like a criminal, and  much more severely than if I had obeyed

that unjust order." 

"I think not.  Come with me, and you will know everything." 

"What!  Go without knowing what fate may be in store for me?  Do  not  expect it.  Let us have dinner.  If I am

guilty of such a dreadful  crime that violence must be used against me, I will surrender only to  irresistible

force.  I cannot be worse off, but there may be blood  spilled." 

"You are mistaken, such conduct would only make you more guilty.  But  I say like you, let us have dinner.  A

good meal will very likely  render you more disposed to listen to reason." 

Our dinner was nearly over, when we heard some noise outside.  The  lieutenant came in, and informed me

that the peasants were gathering  in the neighbourhood of my house to defend me, because a rumour had

spread through the island that the felucca had been sent with orders  to arrest me and take me to Corfu.  I told

him to undeceive the good  fellows, and to send them away, but to give them first a barrel of  wine. 

The peasants went away satisfied, but, to shew their devotion to  me,  they all fired their guns. 

"It is all very amusing," said the adjutant, "but it will turn out  very serious if you let me go away alone, for

my duty compels me to  give an exact account of all I have witnessed." 

"I will follow you, if you will give me your word of honour to land  me free in Corfu." 

"I have orders to deliver your person to M. Foscari, on board the  bastarda." 

"Well, you shall not execute your orders this time." 

"If you do not obey the commands of the general, his honour will  compel him to use violence against you,

and of course he can do it.  But tell me, what would you do if the general should leave you in  this island for

the sake of the joke?  There is no fear of that,  however, and, after the report which I must give, the general

will  certainly make up his mind to stop the affair without shedding  blood." 

"Without a fight it will be difficult to arrest me, for with five  hundred peasants in such a place as this I would

not be afraid of  three thousand men." 

"One man will prove enough; you will be treated as a leader of  rebels.  All these peasants may be devoted to

you, but they cannot  protect you against one man who will shoot you for the sake of  earning a few pieces of

gold.  I can tell you more than that: amongst  all those men who surround you there is not one who would not

murder  you for twenty sequins.  Believe me, go with me.  Come to enjoy the  triumph which is awaiting you in

Corfu.  You will be courted and  applauded.  You will narrate yourself all your mad frolics, people  will laugh,

and at the same time will admire you for having listened  to reason the moment I came here.  Everybody feels

esteem for you,  and M. D R thinks a great deal of you.  He praises very  highly the command you

have shewn over your passion in refraining  from thrusting your sword through that insolent fool, in order not

to  forget the respect you owed to his house.  The general himself must  esteem you, for he cannot forget what

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"What has become of him?" 

"Four days ago Major Sardina's frigate arrived with dispatches, in  which the general must have found all the

proof of the imposture, for  he has caused the false duke or prince to disappear very suddenly.  Nobody knows

where he has been sent to, and nobody ventures to  mention the fellow before the general, for he made the

most egregious  blunder respecting him." 

"But was the man received in society after the thrashing I gave  him?" 

"God forbid!  Do you not recollect that he wore a sword?  From that  moment no one would receive him.  His

arm was broken and his jaw  shattered to pieces. 

But in spite of the state he was in, in spite of what he must have  suffered, his excellency had him removed a

week after you had treated  him so severely.  But your flight is what everyone has been wondering  over.  It was

thought for three days that M. D R had  concealed you in his house, and he was openly blamed

for doing so.  He  had to declare loudly at the general's table that he was in the  most  complete ignorance of

your whereabouts.  His excellency even  expressed  his anxiety about your escape, and it was only yesterday

that your  place of refuge was made known by a letter addressed by the  priest of  this island to the ProtoPapa

Bulgari, in which he  complained that an  Italian officer had invaded the island of Casopo a  week before, and

had committed unheardof violence.  He accused you  of seducing all the  girls, and of threatening to shoot him

if he  dared to pronounce  'cataramonachia' against you.  This letter, which  was read publicly at  the evening

reception, made the general laugh,  but he ordered me to  arrest you all the same." 

"Madame Sagredo is the cause of it all." 

"True, but she is well punished for it.  You ought to call upon her  with me tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow?  Are you then certain that I shall not be placed under  arrest?" 

"Yes, for I know that the general is a man of honour." 

"I am of the same opinion.  Well, let us go on board your felucca.  We will embark together after midnight." 

"Why not now?" 

"Because I will not run the risk of spending the night on board M.  Foscari's bastarda.  I want to reach Corfu by

daylight, so as to make  your victory more brilliant." 

"But what shall we do for the next eight hours?" 

"We will pay a visit to some beauties of a species unknown in  Corfu,  and have a good supper." 

I ordered my lieutenant to send plenty to eat and to drink to the  men  on board the felucca, to prepare a

splendid supper, and to spare  nothing, as I should leave the island at midnight.  I made him a  present of all my

provisions, except such as I wanted to take with  me; these I sent on board.  My janissaries, to whom I gave a

week's  pay, insisted upon escorting me, fully equipped, as far as the boat,  which made the adjutant laugh all

the way. 

We reached Corfu by eight o'clock in the morning, and we went  alongside the 'bastarda.  The adjutant

consigned me to M.  Foscari,  assuring me that he would immediately give notice of my arrival to  M.  D

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M. Foscari, the commander of the bastarda, treated me very badly.  If  he had been blessed with any delicacy

of feeling, he would not  have  been in such a hurry to have me put in irons.  He might have  talked  to me, and

have thus delayed for a quarter of an hour that  operation  which greatly vexed me.  But, without uttering a

single  word, he sent  me to the 'capo di scalo' who made me sit down, and told  me to put my  foot forward to

receive the irons, which, however, do not  dishonour  anyone in that country, not even the galley slaves, for

they  are  better treated than soldiers. 

My right leg was already in irons, and the left one was in the  hands  of the man for the completion of that

unpleasant ceremony, when  the  adjutant of his excellency came to tell the executioner to set me  at  liberty and

to return me my sword.  I wanted to present my  compliments to the noble M. Foscari, but the adjutant, rather

ashamed, assured me that his excellency did not expect me to do so.  The first thing I did was to pay my

respects to the general, without  saying one word to him, but he told me with a serious countenance to  be more

prudent for the future, and to learn that a soldier's first  duty was to obey, and above all to be modest and

discreet.  I  understood perfectly the meaning of the two last words, and acted  accordingly. 

When I made my appearance at M. D R's, I could see  pleasure  on everybody's face.  Those

moments have always been so dear  to me  that I have never forgotten them, they have afforded me  consolation

in the time of adversity.  If you would relish pleasure  you must  endure pain, and delights are in proportion to

the privations  we have  suffered.  M. D R was so glad to see me that he came  up to  me and

warmly embraced me.  He presented me with a beautiful  ring  which he took from his own finger, and told me

that I had acted  quite  rightly in not letting anyone, and particularly himself, know  where I  had taken refuge. 

"You can't think," he added, frankly, "how interested Madame F  was in your fate.  She would be really

delighted if you called on her  immediately." 

How delightful to receive such advice from his own lips!  But the  word "immediately" annoyed me, because,

having passed the night on  board the felucca, I was afraid that the disorder of my toilet might  injure me in her

eyes.  Yet I could neither refuse M. D R,  nor tell him the reason of my refusal, and I bethought

myself that I  could make a merit of it in the eyes of Madame F  I therefore went  at once to her house; the

goddess was not yet  visible, but her  attendant told me to come in, assuring me that her  mistress's bell  would

soon be heard, and that she would be very sorry  if I did not  wait to see her.  I spent half an hour with that

young  and indiscreet  person, who was a very charming girl, and learned from  her many things  which caused

me great pleasure, and particularly all  that had been  said respecting my escape.  I found that throughout the

affair my  conduct had met with general approbation. 

As soon as Madame F had seen her maid, she desired me to be  shewn  in.  The curtains were drawn

aside, and I thought I saw Aurora  surrounded with the roses and the pearls of morning.  I told her  that, if it had

not been for the order I received from M. D R  I would not have presumed to present myself before

her in my  travelling costume; and in the most friendly tone she answered that  M. D R, knowing

all the interest she felt in me, had been  quite right to tell me to come, and she assured me that M. D

R had the greatest esteem for me. 

"I do not know, madam, how I have deserved such great happiness,  for  all I dared aim at was toleration." 

"We all admired the control you kept over your feelings when you  refrained from killing that insolent

madman on the spot; he would  have been thrown out of the window if he had not beat a hurried  retreat." 

"I should certainly have killed him, madam, if you had not been  present." 

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I did not answer, but cast my eyes down, and gave a deep sigh.  She  observed my new ring, and in order to

change the subject of  conversation she praised M. D R very highly, as soon as I  had told her how

he had offered it to me.  She desired me to give her  an account of my life on the island, and I did so, but

allowed my  pretty needlewomen to remain under a veil, for I had already learnt  that in this world the truth

must often remain untold. 

All my adventures amused her much, and she greatly admired my  conduct. 

"Would you have the courage," she said, "to repeat all you have  just  told me, and exactly in the same terms,

before the proveditore  generale?" 

"Most certainly, madam, provided he asked me himself." 

"Well, then, prepare to redeem your promise.  I want our excellent  general to love you and to become your

warmest protector, so as to  shield you against every injustice and to promote your advancement.  Leave it all

to me." 

Her reception fairly overwhelmed me with happiness, and on leaving  her house I went to Major Maroli to

find out the state of my  finances.  I was glad to hear that after my escape he had no longer  considered me a

partner in the faro bank.  I took four hundred  sequins from the cashier, reserving the right to become again a

partner, should circumstances prove at any time favourable. 

In the evening I made a careful toilet, and called for the Adjutant  Minolto in order to pay with him a visit to

Madame Sagredo, the  general's favourite.  With the exception of Madame F she was the  greatest beauty

of Corfu.  My visit surprised her, because, as she  had been the cause of all that had happened, she was very far

from  expecting it.  She imagined that I had a spite against her.  I  undeceived her, speaking to her very

candidly, and she treated me  most kindly, inviting me to come now and then to spend the evening at  her

house. 

But I neither accepted nor refused her amiable invitation, knowing  that Madame F disliked her; and

how could I be a frequent guest  at her house with such a knowledge!  Besides, Madame Sagredo was very

fond of gambling, and, to please her, it was necessary either to lose  or make her win, but to accept such

conditions one must be in love  with the lady or wish to make her conquest, and I had not the  slightest idea of

either.  The Adjutant Minolto never played, but he  had captivated the lady's good graces by his services in the

character of Mercury. 

When I returned to the palace I found Madame F alone, M. D  R being engaged with his

correspondence.  She asked me to sit  near her, and to tell her all my adventures in Constantinople.  I did  so,

and I had no occasion to repent it.  My meeting with Yusuf's wife  pleased her extremely, but the bathing scene

by moonlight made her  blush with excitement.  I veiled as much as I could the too brilliant  colours of my

picture, but, if she did not find me clear, she would  oblige me to be more explicit, and if I made myself better

understood  by giving to my recital a touch of voluptuousness which I borrowed  from her looks more than

from my recollection, she would scold me and  tell me that I might have disguised a little more.  I felt that the

way she was talking would give her a liking for me, and I was  satisfied that the man who can give birth to

amorous desires is  easily called upon to gratify them it was the reward I was ardently  longing for, and I dared

to hope it would be mine, although I could  see it only looming in the distance. 

It happened that, on that day, M. D R had invited a large  company to supper.  I had, as a matter of

course, to engross all  conversation, and to give the fullest particulars of all that had  taken place from the

moment I received the order to place myself  under arrest up to the time of my release from the 'bastarda'.  M.

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him. 

The account I gave of my adventures pleased everybody, and it was  decided that the proveditoregenerale

must have the pleasure of  hearing my tale from my own lips.  I mentioned that hay was very  plentiful in

Casopo, and as that article was very scarce in Corfu,  M.  D R told me that I ought to seize the

opportunity of  making  myself agreeable to the general by informing him of that  circumstance  without delay.  I

followed his advice the very next day,  and was very  well received, for his excellency immediately ordered a

squad of men  to go to the island and bring large quantities of hay to  Corfu. 

A few days later the Adjutant Minolto came to me in the  coffeehouse,  and told me that the general wished

to see me: this time  I promptly  obeyed his commands. 

CHAPTER XV

Progress of My AmourMy Journey to OtrantoI Enter the Service of  Madame F.A Fortunate

Excoriation 

The room I entered was full of people.  His excellency, seeing me,  smiled and drew upon me the attention of

all his guests by saying  aloud, "Here comes the young man who is a good judge of princes." 

"My lord, I have become a judge of nobility by frequenting the  society of men like you." 

"The ladies are curious to know all you have done from the time of  your escape from Corfu up to your

return." 

"Then you sentence me, monsignor, to make a public confession?" 

"Exactly; but, as it is to be a confession, be careful not to omit  the most insignificant circumstance, and

suppose that I am not in the  room." 

"On the contrary, I wish to receive absolution only from your  excellency.  But my history will be a long one." 

"If such is the case, your confessor gives you permission to be  seated." 

I gave all the particulars of my adventures, with the exception of  my  dalliance with the nymphs of the island. 

"Your story is a very instructive one," observed the general. 

"Yes, my lord, for the adventures shew that a young man is never so  near his utter ruin than when, excited by

some great passion, he  finds himself able to minister to it, thanks to the gold in his  purse." 

I was preparing to take my leave, when the majordomo came to inform  me that his excellency desired me to

remain to supper.  I had  therefore the honour of a seat at his table, but not the pleasure of  eating, for I was

obliged to answer the questions addressed to me  from all quarters, and I could not contrive to swallow a

single  mouthful.  I was seated next to the ProtoPapa Bulgari, and I  entreated his pardon for having ridiculed

Deldimopulo's oracle.  "It  is nothing else but regular cheating," he said, "but it is very  difficult to put a stop to

it; it is an old custom." 

A short time afterwards, Madame F whispered a few words to the  general, who turned to me and said

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Yusuf, and at another friend's house, where I had seen bathing  by moonlight.  I was rather surprised at such an

invitation, and told  him that such frolics were not worth listening to, and the general  not pressing me no more

was said about it.  But I was astonished at  Madame F's indiscretion; she had no business to make my

confidences public.  I wanted her to be jealous of her own dignity,  which I loved even more than her person. 

Two or three days later, she said to me, 

"Why did you refuse to tell your adventures in Constantinople  before  the general?" 

"Because I do not wish everybody to know that you allow me to tell  you such things.  What I may dare,

madam, to say to you when we are  alone, I would certainly not say to you in public." 

"And why not?  It seems to me, on the contrary, that if you are  silent in public out of respect for me, you

ought to be all the more  silent when we are alone." 

"I wanted to amuse you, and have exposed myself to the danger of  displeasing you, but I can assure you,

madam, that I will not run  such a risk again." 

"I have no wish to pry into your intentions, but it strikes me that  if your wish was to please me, you ought not

to have run the risk of  obtaining the opposite result.  We take supper with the general this  evening, and M.

D R has been asked to bring you.  I feel  certain that the general will ask you again for your

adventures in  Constantinople, and this time you cannot refuse him." 

M. D R came in and we went to the general's.  I thought as  we were driving along that, although

Madame F seemed to have  intended to humiliate me, I ought to accept it all as a favour of  fortune,

because, by compelling me to explain my refusal to the  general; Madame F had, at the same time,

compelled me to a  declaration of my feelings, which was not without importance. 

The 'proveditoregenerale' gave me a friendly welcome, and kindly  handed me a letter which had come with

the official dispatches from  Constantinople.  I bowed my thanks, and put the letter in my pocket:  but he told

me that he was himself a great lover of news, and that I  could read my letter.  I opened it; it was from Yusuf,

who announced  the death of Count de Bonneval.  Hearing the name of the worthy  Yusuf, the general asked

me to tell him my adventure with his wife.  I  could not now refuse, and I began a story which amused and

interested  the general and his friends for an hour or so, but which  was from  beginning to end the work of my

imagination. 

Thus I continued to respect the privacy of Yusuf, to avoid  implicating the good fame of Madame F, and

to shew myself in a  light which was tolerably advantageous to me.  My story, which was  full of sentiment, did

me a great deal of honour, and I felt very  happy when I saw from the expression of Madame F's face

that she  was pleased with me, although somewhat surprised. 

When we found ourselves again in her house she told me, in the  presence of M. D R, that the

story I had related to the  general was certainly very pretty, although purely imaginary, that  she was not angry

with me, because I had amused her, but that she  could not help remarking my obstinacy in refusing

compliance with her  wishes.  Then, turning to M. D R, she said, 

"M. Casanova pretends that if he had given an account of his  meeting  with Yusuf's wife without changing

anything everybody would  think  that I allowed him to entertain me with indecent stories.  I  want you  to give

your opinion about it.  Will you," she added,  speaking to me,  "be so good as to relate immediately the

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"Yes, madam, if you wish me to do so." 

Stung to the quick by an indiscretion which, as I did not yet know  women thoroughly, seemed to me without

example, I cast all fears of  displeasing to the winds, related the adventure with all the warmth  of an

impassioned poet, and without disguising or attenuating in the  least the desires which the charms of the Greek

beauty had inspired  me with. 

"Do you think," said M. D R to Madame F, "that he  ought  to have related that adventure

before all our friends as he has  just  related it to us?" 

"If it be wrong for him to tell it in public, it is also wrong to  tell it to me in private." 

"You are the only judge of that: yes, if he has displeased you; no,  if he has amused you.  As for my own

opinion, here it is: He has just  now amused me very much, but he would have greatly displeased me if  he had

related the same adventure in public." 

"Then," exclaimed Madame F, "I must request you never to tell  me  in private anything that you cannot

repeat in public." 

"I promise, madam, to act always according to your wishes." 

"It being understood," added M. D R, smiling, "that madam  reserves all rights of repealing that

order whenever she may think  fit." 

I was vexed, but I contrived not to show it.  A few minutes more,  and  we took leave of Madame F 

I was beginning to understand that charming woman, and to dread the  ordeal to which she would subject me.

But love was stronger than  fear, and, fortified with hope, I had the courage to endure the  thorns, so as to

gather the rose at the end of my sufferings.  I was  particularly pleased to find that M. D R was not

jealous of  me, even when she seemed to dare him to it.  This was a point of the  greatest importance. 

A few days afterwards, as I was entertaining her on various  subjects,  she remarked how unfortunate it had

been for me to enter the  lazzaretto at Ancona without any money. 

"In spite of my distress," I said, "I fell in love with a young and  beautiful Greek slave, who very nearly

contrived to make me break  through all the sanitary laws." 

"How so?" 

"You are alone, madam, and I have not forgotten your orders." 

"Is it a very improper story?" 

"No: yet I would not relate it to you in public." 

"Well," she said, laughing, "I repeal my order, as M. D R  said I would.  Tell me all about it." 

I told my story, and, seeing that she was pensive, I exaggerated  the  misery I had felt at not being able to

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"What do you mean by your misery?  I think that the poor girl was  more to be pitied than you.  You have never

seen her since?" 

"I beg your pardon, madam; I met her again, but I dare not tell you  when or how." 

"Now you must go on; it is all nonsense for you to stop.  Tell me  all; I expect you have been guilty of some

black deed." 

"Very far from it, madam, for it was a very sweet, although  incomplete, enjoyment." 

"Go on!  But do not call things exactly by their names.  It is not  necessary to go into details." 

Emboldened by the renewal of her order, I told her, without looking  her in the face, of my meeting with the

Greek slave in the presence  of Bellino, and of the act which was cut short by the appearance of  her master.

When I had finished my story, Madame F remained  silent, and I turned the conversation into a different

channel, for  though I felt myself on an excellent footing with her, I knew  likewise that I had to proceed with

great prudence.  She was too  young to have lowered herself before, and she would certainly look  upon a

connection with me as a lowering of her dignity. 

Fortune which had always smiled upon me in the most hopeless cases,  did not intend to illtreat me on this

occasion, and procured me, on  that very same day, a favour of a very peculiar nature.  My charming  ladylove

having pricked her finger rather severely, screamed loudly,  and stretched her hand towards me, entreating me

to suck the blood  flowing from the wound.  You may judge, dear reader, whether I was  long in seizing that

beautiful hand, and if you are, or if you have  ever been in love, you will easily guess the manner in which I

performed my delightful work.  What is a kiss?  Is it not an ardent  desire to inhale a portion of the being we

love?  Was not the blood I  was sucking from that charming wound a portion of the woman I  worshipped?

When I had completed my work, she thanked me  affectionately, and told me to spit out the blood I had

sucked. 

"It is here," I said, placing my hand on my heart, "and God alone  knows what happiness it has given me." 

"You have drunk my blood with happiness!  Are you then a cannibal?" 

"I believe not, madam; but it would have been sacrilege in my eyes  if  I had suffered one single drop of your

blood to be lost." 

One evening, there was an unusually large attendance at M. D  R's assembly, and we were talking

of the carnival which was near  at hand.  Everybody was regretting the lack of actors, and the  impossibility of

enjoying the pleasures of the theatre.  I  immediately offered to procure a good company at my expense, if the

boxes were at once subscribed for, and the monopoly of the faro bank  granted to me.  No time was to be lost,

for the carnival was  approaching, and I had to go to Otranto to engage a troop.  My  proposal was accepted

with great joy, and the proveditoregenerale  placed a felucca at my disposal.  The boxes were all taken in

three  days, and a Jew took the pit, two nights a week excepted, which I  reserved for my own profit. 

The carnival being very long that year, I had every chance of  success.  It is said generally that the profession

of theatrical  manager is difficult, but, if that is the case, I have not found it  so by experience, and am bound to

affirm the contrary. 

I left Corfu in the evening, and having a good breeze in my favour,  I  reached Otranto by daybreak the

following morning, without the  oarsmen having had to row a stroke.  The distance from Corfu to  Otranto is

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I had no idea of landing, owing to the quarantine which is always  enforced for any ship or boat coming to

Italy from the east.  I only  went to the parlour of the lazaretto, where, placed behind a grating,  you can speak

to any person who calls, and who must stand behind  another grating placed opposite, at a distance of six feet. 

As soon as I announced that I had come for the purpose of engaging  a  troupe of actors to perform in Corfu,

the managers of the two  companies then in Otranto came to the parlour to speak to me.  I told  them at once

that I wished to see all the performers, one company at  a time. 

The two rival managers gave me then a very comic scene, each  manager  wanting the other to bring his troupe

first.  The  harbourmaster told  me that the only way to settle the matter was to  say myself which of  the two

companies I would see first: one was from  Naples, the other  from Sicily.  Not knowing either I gave the

preference to the first.  Don Fastidio, the manager, was very vexed,  while Battipaglia, the  director of the

second, was delighted because  he hoped that, after  seeing the Neapolitan troupe, I would engage his  own. 

An hour afterwards, Fastidio returned with all his performers, and  my  surprise may be imagined when

amongst them I recognized Petronio  and  his sister Marina, who, the moment she saw me, screamed for joy,

jumped over the grating, and threw herself in my arms.  A terrible  hubbub followed, and high words passed

between Fastidio and the  harbourmaster.  Marina being in the service of Fastidio, the captain  compelled him

to confine her to the lazaretto, where she would have  to perform quarantine at his expense.  The poor girl cried

bitterly,  but I could not remedy her imprudence. 

I put a stop to the quarrel by telling Fastidio to shew me all his  people, one after the other.  Petronio belonged

to his company, and  performed the lovers.  He told me that he had a letter for me from  Therese.  I was also

glad to see a Venetian of my acquaintance who  played the pantaloon in the pantomime, three tolerably pretty

actresses, a pulcinella, and a scaramouch.  Altogether, the troupe  was a decent one. 

I told Fastidio to name the lowest salary he wanted for all his  company, assuring him that I would give the

preference to his rival,  if he should ask me too much. 

"Sir," he answered, "we are twenty, and shall require six rooms  with  ten beds, one sittingroom for all of us,

and thirty Neapolitan  ducats a day, all travelling expenses paid.  Here is my stock of  plays, and we will

perform those that you may choose." 

Thinking of poor Marina who would have to remain in the lazaretto  before she could reappear on the stage at

Otranto, I told Fastidio to  get the contract ready, as I wanted to go away immediately. 

I had scarcely pronounced these words than war broke out again  between the managerelect and his

unfortunate competitor.  Battipaglia, in his rage, called Marina a harlot, and said that she  had arranged

beforehand with Fastidio to violate the rules of the  lazaretto in order to compel me to choose their troupe.

Petronio,  taking his sister's part, joined Fastidio, and the unlucky  Battipaglia was dragged outside and treated

to a generous dose of  blows and fisticuffs, which was not exactly the thing to console him  for a lost

engagement. 

Soon afterwards, Petronio brought me Therese's letter.  She was  ruining the duke, getting rich accordingly,

and waiting for me in  Naples. 

Everything being ready towards evening, I left Otranto with twenty  actors, and six large trunks containing

their complete wardrobes.  A  light breeze which was blowing from the south might have carried us  to Corfu in

ten hours, but when we had sailed about one hour my  cayabouchiri informed me that he could see by the

moonlight a ship  which might prove to be a corsair, and get hold of us.  I was  unwilling to risk anything, so I

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wind, which would also have taken us to Corfu; but after we had gone  two or three hours, the captain pointed

out to me a brigantine,  evidently a pirate, for she was shaping her course so as to get to  windward of us.  I told

him to change the course, and to go by  starboard, to see if the brigantine would follow us, but she

immediately imitated our manoeuvre.  I could not go back to Otranto,  and I had no wish to go to Africa, so I

ordered the men to shape our  course, so as to land on the coast of Calabria, by hard rowing and at  the nearest

point.  The sailors, who were frightened to death,  communicated their fears to my comedians, and soon I

heard nothing  but weeping and sobbing.  Every one of them was calling earnestly  upon some saint, but not

one single prayer to God did I hear.  The  bewailings of scaramouch, the dull and spiritless despair of  Fastidio,

offered a picture which would have made me laugh heartily  if the danger had been imaginary and not real.

Marina alone was  cheerful and happy, because she did not realize the danger we were  running, and she

laughed at the terror of the crew and of her  companions. 

A strong breeze sprang up towards evening, so I ordered them to  clap  on all sail and scud before the wind,

even if it should get  stronger.  In order to escape the pirate, I had made up my mind to  cross the  gulf.  We took

the wind through the night, and in the  morning we were  eighty miles from Corfu, which I determined to reach

by rowing.  We  were in the middle of the gulf, and the sailors were  worn out with  fatigue, but I had no longer

any fear.  A gale began to  blow from the  north, and in less than an hour it was blowing so hard  that we were

compelled to sail close to the wind in a fearful manner.  The felucca  looked every moment as if it must

capsize.  Every one  looked  terrified but kept complete silence, for I had enjoined it on  penalty  of death.  In

spite of our dangerous position, I could not  help  laughing when I heard the sobs of the cowardly scaramouch.

The  helmsman was a man of great nerve, and the gale being steady I felt  we would reach Corfu without

mishap.  At daybreak we sighted the  town, and at nine in the morning we landed at Mandrachia.  Everybody

was surprised to see us arrive that way. 

As soon as my company was landed, the young officers naturally came  to inspect the actresses, but they did

not find them very desirable,  with the exception of Marina, who received uncomplainingly the news  that I

could not renew my acquaintance with her.  I felt certain that  she would not lack admirers.  But my actresses,

who had appeared ugly  at the landing, produced a very different effect on the stage, and  particularly the

pantaloon's wife.  M. Duodo, commander of a manof  war, called upon her, and, finding master pantaloon

intolerant on the  subject of his betterhalf, gave him a few blows with his cane.  Fastidio informed me the

next day that the pantaloon and his wife  refused to perform any more, but I made them alter their mind by

giving them a benefit night. 

The pantaloon's wife was much applauded, but she felt insulted  because, in the midst of the applause, the pit

called out, "Bravo,  Duodo!"  She presented herself to the general in his own box, in  which I was generally,

and complained of the manner in which she was  treated.  The general promised her, in my name, another

benefit night  for the close of the carnival, and I was of course compelled to  ratify his promise.  The fact is,

that, to satisfy the greedy actors,  I abandoned to my comedians, one by one, the seventeen nights I had

reserved for myself.  The benefit I gave to Marina was at the special  request of Madame F, who had

taken her into great favour since  she had had the honour of breakfasting alone with M. D R in a

villa outside of the city. 

My generosity cost me four hundred sequins, but the faro bank  brought  me a thousand and more, although I

never held the cards, my  management of the theatre taking up all my time.  My manner with the  actresses

gained me great kindness; it was clearly seen that I  carried on no intrigue with any of them, although I had

every  facility for doing so.  Madame F complimented me, saying that she  had not entertained such a

good opinion of my discretion.  I was too  busy through the carnival to think of love, even of the passion which

filled my heart.  It was only at the beginning of Lent, and after the  departure of the comedians, that I could

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One morning Madame F sent, a messenger who, summoned me to her  presence.  It was eleven o'clock; I

immediately went to her, and  enquired what I could do for her service. 

"I wanted to see you," she said, "to return the two hundred sequins  which you lent me so nobly.  Here they

are; be good enough to give me  back my note of hand." 

"Your note of hand, madam, is no longer in my possession.  I have  deposited it in a sealed envelope with the

notary  who, according to  this receipt of his, can return it only to you." 

"Why did you not keep it yourself?" 

"Because I was afraid of losing it, or of having it stolen.  And in  the event of my death I did not want such a

document to fall into any  other hands but yours." 

"A great proof of your extreme delicacy, certainly, but I think you  ought to have reserved the right of taking it

out of the notary's  custody yourself." 

"I did not forsee the possibility of calling for it myself." 

"Yet it was a very likely thing.  Then I can send word to the  notary  to transmit it to me?" 

"Certainly, madam; you alone can claim it." 

She sent to the notary, who brought the himself. 

She tore the envelope open, and found only a piece of paper  besmeared  with ink, quite illegible, except her

own name, which had  not been  touched. 

"You have acted," she said, "most nobly; but you must agree with me  that I cannot be certain that this piece

of paper is really my note  of hand, although I see my name on it." 

"True, madam; and if you are not certain of it, I confess myself in  the wrong." 

"I must be certain of it, and I am so; but you must grant that I  could not swear to it." 

"Granted, madam." 

During the following days it struck me that her manner towards me  was  singularly altered.  She never

received me in her dishabille, and  I  had to wait with great patience until her maid had entirely dressed  her

before being admitted into her presence. 

If I related any story, any adventure, she pretened not to  understand, and affected not to see the point of an

anecdote or a  jest; very often she would purposely not look at me, and then I was  sure to relate badly.  If M.

D R laughed at something I had  just said, she would ask what he was laughing for, and when he

had  told her, she would say it was insipid or dull.  If one of her  bracelets became unfastened, I offered to

fasten it again, but either  she would not give me so much trouble, or I did not understand the  fastening, and

the maid was called to do it.  I could not help  shewing my vexation, but she did not seem to take the slightest

notice of it.  If M. D R excited me to say something amusing  or witty, and I did not speak

immediately, she would say that my  budget was empty, laughing, and adding that the wit of poor  M.

Casanova was worn out.  Full of rage, I would plead guilty by my  silence to her taunting accusation, but I was

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conscious that I had not given her any motive for it.  I wanted to shew her openly my indifference and

contempt, but  whenever an opportunity offered, my courage would forsake me, and I  would let it escape. 

One evening M. D R asking me whether I had often been in  love, I answered, 

"Three times, my lord." 

"And always happily, of course." 

"Always unhappily.  The first time, perhaps, because, being an  ecclesiastic, I durst not speak openly of my

love.  The second,  because a cruel, unexpected event compelled me to leave the woman I  loved at the very

moment in which my happiness would have been  complete.  The third time, because the feeling of pity, with

which I  inspired the beloved object, induced her to cure me of my passion,  instead of crowning my felicity." 

"But what specific remedies did she use to effect your cure?" 

"She has ceased to be kind." 

"I understand she has treated you cruelly, and you call that pity,  do  you?  You are mistaken." 

"Certainly," said Madame F, "a woman may pity the man she  loves,  but she would not think of

illtreating him to cure him of his  passion.  That woman has never felt any love for you." 

"I cannot, I will not believe it, madam." 

"But are you cured?" 

"Oh!  thoroughly; for when I happen to think of her, I feel nothing  but indifference and coldness.  But my

recovery was long." 

"Your convalescence lasted, I suppose, until you fell in love with  another." 

"With another, madam?  I thought I had just told you that the third  time I loved was the last." 

A few days after that conversation, M. D R told me that  Madame F was not well, that he

could not keep her company, and  that I ought to go to her, as he was sure she would be glad to see  me.  I

obeyed, and told Madame F what M. D R had said.  She was lying on a sofa.  Without

looking at me, she told me she was  feverish, and would not ask me to remain with her, because I would  feel

weary. 

"I could not experience any weariness in your society, madam; at  all  events, I can leave you only by your

express command, and, in that  case, I must spend the next four hours in your anteroom, for M. D

R has told me to wait for him here." 

"If so, you may take a seat." 

Her cold and distant manner repelled me, but I loved her, and I had  never seen her so beautiful, a slight fever

animating her complexion  which was then truly dazzling in its beauty.  I kept where I was,  dumb and as

motionless as a statue, for a quarter of an hour.  Then  she rang for her maid, and asked me to leave her alone

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"What has become of your cheerfulness?" 

"If it has disappeared, madam, it can only be by your will.  Call  it  back, and you will see it return in full

force." 

"What must I do to obtain that result?" 

"Only be towards me as you were when I returned from Casopo.  I  have  been disagreeable to you for the last

four months, and as I do  not  know why, I feel deeply grieved." 

"I am always the same: in what do you find me changed?" 

"Good heavens!  In everything, except in beauty.  But I have taken  my  decision." 

"And what is it?" 

"To suffer in silence, without allowing any circumstance to alter  the  feelings with which you have inspired

me; to wish ardently to  convince you of my perfect obedience to your commands; to be ever  ready to give

you fresh proofs of my devotion." 

"I thank you, but I cannot imagine what you can have to suffer in  silence on my account.  I take an interest in

you, and I always  listen with pleasure to your adventures.  As a proof of it, I am  extremely curious to hear the

history of your three loves." 

I invented on the spot three purely imaginary stories, making a  great  display of tender sentiments and of

ardent love, but without  alluding  to amorous enjoyment, particularly when she seemed to expect  me to do  so.

Sometimes delicacy, sometimes respect or duty,  interfered to  prevent the crowning pleasure, and I took care

to  observe, at such  moments of disappointment, that a true lover does not  require that  all important item to

feel perfectly happy.  I could  easily see that  her imagination was travelling farther than my  narrative, and that

my  reserve was agreeable to her.  I believed I  knew her nature well  enough to be certain that I was taking the

best  road to induce her to  follow me where I wished to lead her.  She  expressed a sentiment  which moved me

deeply, but I was careful not to  shew it.  We were  talking of my third love, of the woman who, out of  pity, had

undertaken to cure me, and she remarked, 

"If she truly loved you, she may have wished not to cure you, but  to  cure herself." 

On the day following this partial reconciliation, M. F, her  husband, begged my commanding officer,

D R, to let me go  with him to Butintro for an excursion of three days, his own adjutant  being

seriously ill. 

Butintro is seven miles from Corfu, almost opposite to that city;  it  is the nearest point to the island from the

mainland. It is not a  fortress, but only a small village of Epirus, or Albania, as it is  now called, and belonging

to the Venetians.  Acting on the political  axiom that "neglected right is lost right," the Republic sends every

year four galleys to Butintro with a gang of galley slaves to fell  trees, cut them, and load them on the galleys,

while the military  keep a sharp lookout to prevent them from escaping to Turkey and  becoming

Mussulmans.  One of the four galleys was commanded by M.  F who, wanting an adjutant for the

occasion, chose me. 

I went with him, and on the fourth day we came back to Corfu with a  large provision of wood. I found M.

D R alone on the terrace  of his palace.  It was Good Friday. He seemed thoughtful, and, after  a

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"M. F, whose adjutant died yesterday, has just been entreating  me to give you to him until he can find

another officer.  I have told  him that I had no right to dispose of your person, and that he, ought  to apply to

you, assuring him that, if you asked me leave to go with  him, I would not raise any objection, although I

require two  adjutants.  Has he not mentioned the matter to you?" 

"No, monsignor, he has only tendered me his thanks for having  accompanied him to Butintro, nothing else." 

"He is sure to speak to you about it. What do you intend to say?" 

"Simply that I will never leave the service of your excellency  without your express command to do so." 

"I never will give you such an order." 

As M. D R was saying the last word, M. and Madame F  came  in.  Knowing that the

conversation would most likely turn upon  the  subject which had just been broached, I hurried out of the

room.  In  less than a quarter of an hour I was sent for, and M. F said  to  me, confidentially, 

"Well, M. Casanova, would you not be willing to live with me as my  adjutant?" 

"Does his excellency dismiss me from his service?" 

"Not at all," observed M. D R, "but I leave you the  choice." 

"My lord, I could not be guilty of ingratitude." 

And I remained there standing, uneasy, keeping my eyes on the  ground,  not even striving to conceal my

mortification, which was,  after all,  very natural in such a position.  I dreaded looking at  Madame F,  for I

knew that she could easily guess all my feelings.  An instant  after, her foolish husband coldly remarked that I

should  certainly  have a more fatiguing service with him than with M. D  R, and  that, of course, it

was more honourable to serve the  general governor  of the galeazze than a simple sopracommitto.  I was  on

the point of  answering, when Madame F said, in a graceful and  easy manner,  "M. Casanova is right,"

and she changed the subject.  I  left the  room, revolving in my mind all that had just taken place. 

My conclusion was that M. F had asked M. D R to let me  go  with him at the suggestion of

his wife, or, at least with her  consent, and it was highly flattering to my love and to my vanity.  But I was

bound in honour not to accept the post, unless I had a  perfect assurance that it would not be disagreeable to

my present  patron.  "I will accept," I said to myself, "if M. D R tells  me positively that I shall

please him by doing so.  It is for M. F to  make him say it." 

On the same night I had the honour of offering my arm to Madame  F  during the procession which takes

place in commemoration of the  death  of our Lord and Saviour, which was then attended on foot by all  the

nobility.  I expected she would mention the matter, but she did  not.  My love was in despair, and through the

night I could not close  my  eyes.  I feared she had been offended by my refusal, and was  overwhelmed with

grief.  I passed the whole of the next day without  breaking my fast, and did not utter a single word during the

evening  reception.  I felt very unwell, and I had an attack of fever which  kept me in bed on Easter Sunday.  I

was very weak on the Monday, and  intended to remain in my room, when a messenger from Madame F

came to inform me that she wished to see me.  I told the messenger  not to say that he had found me in bed,

and dressing myself rapidly I  hurried to her house.  I entered her room, pale, looking very ill:  yet she did not

enquire after my health, and kept silent a minute or  two, as if she had been trying to recollect what she had to

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"Ah! yes, you are aware that our adjutant is dead, and that we want  to replace him.  My husband, who has a

great esteem for you, and  feels that M. D R leaves you perfectly free to make your  choice, has

taken the singular fancy that you will come, if I ask you  myself to do us that pleasure.  Is he mistaken?  If you

would come to  us, you would have that room." 

She was pointing to a room adjoining the chamber in which she  slept,  and so situated that, to see her in every

part of her room, I  should  not even require to place myself at the window. 

"M. D R ," she continued, "will not love you less, and as  he  will see you here every, day, he will

not be likely to forget his  interest in your welfare.  Now, tell me, will you come or not?" 

"I wish I could, madam, but indeed I cannot." 

"You cannot?  That is singular.  Take a seat, and tell me what  there  is to prevent you, when, in accepting my

offer, you are sure to  please M. D R as well as us." 

"If I were certain of it, I would accept immediately; but all I  have  heard from his lips was that he left me free

to make a choice." 

"Then you are afraid to grieve him, if you come to us ?" 

"It might be, and for nothing on earth...." 

"I am certain of the contrary." 

"Will you be so good as to obtain that he says so to me himself?" 

"And then you will come?" 

"Oh, madam!  that very minute!" 

But the warmth of my exclamation might mean a great deal, and I  turned my head round so as not to

embarrass her.  She asked me to  give her her mantle to go to church, and we went out.  As we were  going

down the stairs, she placed her ungloved hand upon mine.  It  was the first time that she had granted me such a

favour, and it  seemed to me a good omen.  She took off her hand, asking me whether I  was feverish.  "Your

hand," she said, "is burning." 

When we left the church, M. D R's carriage happened to  pass,  and I assisted her to get in, and as

soon as she had gone,  hurried to  my room in order to breathe freely and to enjoy all the  felicity  which filled

my soul; for I no longer doubted her love for  me, and I  knew that, in this case, M. D R was not

likely to  refuse her  anything. 

What is love?  I have read plenty of ancient verbiage on that  subject, I have read likewise most of what has

been said by modern  writers, but neither all that has been said, nor what I have thought  about it, when I was

young and now that I am no longer so, nothing,  in fact, can make me agree that love is a trifling vanity.  It is a

sort of madness, I grant that, but a madness over which philosophy is  entirely powerless; it is a disease to

which man is exposed at all  times, no matter at what age, and which cannot be cured, if he is  attacked by it in

his old age.  Love being sentiment which cannot be  explained!  God of all nature!bitter and sweet feeling!

Love!  charming monster which cannot be fathomed!  God who, in the midst of  all the thorns with which

thou plaguest us, strewest so many roses on  our path that, without thee, existence and death would be united

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Two days afterwards, M. D R, told me to go and take orders  from M. F on board his galley,

which was ready for a five or six  days' voyage.  I quickly packed a few things, and called for my new  patron

who received me with great joy.  We took our departure without  seeing madam, who was not yet visible.  We

returned on the sixth day,  and I went to establish myself in my new home, for, as I was  preparing to go to M.

D R, to take his orders, after our  landing, he came himself, and after asking M. F and me

whether we  were pleased with each other, he said to me, 

"Casanova, as you suit each other so well, you may be certain that  you will greatly please me by remaining in

the service of M. F." 

I obeyed respectfully, and in less than one hour I had taken  possession of my new quarters.  Madame F

told me how delighted  she was to see that great affair ended according to her wishes, and I  answered with a

deep reverence. 

I found myself like the salamander, in the very heart of the fire  for  which I had been longing so ardently. 

Almost constantly in the presence of Madame F, dining often  alone  with her, accompanying her in her

walks, even when M. D  R  was not with us, seeing her from my room, or conversing with  her in

her chamber, always reserved and attentive without pretension,  the  first night passed by without any change

being brought about by  that  constant intercourse.  Yet I was full of hope, and to keep up my  courage I

imagined that love was not yet powerful enough to conquer  her pride.  I expected everything from some lucky

chance, which I  promised myself to improve as soon as it should present itself, for I  was persuaded that a

lover is lost if he does not catch fortune by  the forelock. 

But there was one circumstance which annoyed me.  In public, she  seized every opportunity of treating me

with distinction, while, when  we were alone, it was exactly the reverse.  In the eyes of the world  I had all the

appearance of a happy lover, but I would rather have  had less of the appearance of happiness and more of the

reality.  My  love for her was disinterested; vanity had no share in my feelings. 

One day, being alone with me, she said, 

"You have enemies, but I silenced them last night." 

"They are envious, madam, and they would pity me if they could read  the secret pages of my heart.  You

could easily deliver me from those  enemies." 

"How can you be an object of pity for them, and how could I deliver  you from them?" 

"They believe me happy, and I am miserable; you would deliver me  from  them by illtreating me in their

presence." 

"Then you would feel my bad treatment less than the envy of the  wicked?" 

"Yes, madam, provided your bad treatment in public were compensated  by your kindness when we are alone,

for there is no vanity in the  happiness I feel in belonging to you.  Let others pity me, I will be  happy on

condition that others are mistaken." 

"That's a part that I can never play." 

I would often be indiscreet enough to remain behind the curtain of  the window in my room, looking at her

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proved of great advantage to me.  Whether it was  because she doubted my discretion or from habitual reserve,

she was  so particular that, even when I saw her in bed, my longing eyes never  could obtain a sight of

anything but her head. 

One day, being present in her room while her maid was cutting off  the  points of her long and beautiful hair, I

amused myself in picking  up  all those pretty bits, and put them all, one after the other, on  her  toilettable, with

the exception of one small lock which I slipped  into my pocket, thinking that she had not taken any notice of

my  keeping it; but the moment we were alone she told me quietly, but  rather too seriously, to take out of my

pocket the hair I had picked  up from the floor.  Thinking she was going too far, and such rigour  appearing to

me as cruel as it was unjust and absurd, I obeyed, but  threw the hair on the toilettable with an air of supreme

contempt. 

"Sir, you forget yourself." 

"No, madam, I do not, for you might have feigned not to have  observed  such an innocent theft." 

"Feigning is tiresome." 

"Was such petty larceny a very great crime?" 

"No crime, but it was an indication of feelings which you have no  right to entertain for me." 

"Feelings which you are at liberty not to return, madam, but which  hatred or pride can alone forbid my heart

to experience.  If you had  a heart you would not be the victim of either of those two fearful  passions, but you

have only head, and it must be a very wicked head,  judging by the care it takes to heap humiliation upon me.

You have  surprised my secret, madam, you may use it as you think proper, but  in the meantime I have

learned to know you thoroughly.  That  knowledge will prove more useful than your discovery, for perhaps it

will help me to become wiser." 

After this violent tirade I left her, and as she did not call me  back  retired to my room.  In the hope that sleep

would bring calm, I  undressed and went to bed.  In such moments a lover hates the object  of his love, and his

heart distils only contempt and hatred.  I could  not go to sleep, and when I was sent for at suppertime I

answered  that I was ill.  The night passed off without my eyes being visited  by sleep, and feeling weak and

low I thought I would wait to see what  ailed me, and refused to have my dinner, sending word that I was  still

very unwell.  Towards evening I felt my heart leap for joy when  I heard my beautiful ladylove enter my

room.  Anxiety, want of food  and sleep, gave me truly the appearance of being ill, and I was  delighted that it

should be so.  I sent her away very soon, by  telling her with perfect indifference that it was nothing but a bad

headache, to which I was subject, and that repose and diet would  effect a speedy cure. 

But at eleven o'clock she came back with her friend, M. D  R,  and coming to my bed she said,

affectionately, 

"What ails you, my poor Casanova?" 

"A very bad headache, madam, which will be cured tomorrow." 

"Why should you wait until tomorrow?  You must get better at once.  I have ordered a basin of broth and two

newlaid eggs for you." 

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"He is right," said M. D R, "I know those attacks." 

I shook my head slightly.  M. D R having just then turned  round to examine an engraving, she

took my hand, saying that she  would like me to drink some broth, and I felt that she was giving me  a small

parcel.  She went to look at the engraving with M. D  R. 

I opened the parcel, but feeling that it contained hair, I  hurriedly  concealed it under the bedclothes: at the

same moment the  blood  rushed to my head with such violence that it actually frightened  me.  I begged for

some water, she came to me, with M. D R, and  then were both frightened to see me so red, when

they had seen me  pale and weak only one minute before. 

Madame F gave me a glass of water in which she put some Eau des  carmes which instantly acted as a

violent emetic.  Two or three  minutes after I felt better, and asked for something to eat.  Madame  F

smiled.  The servant came in with the broth and the eggs, and  while I was eating I told the history of

Pandolfin.  M. D R  thought it was all a miracle, and I could read, on the countenance of  the

charming woman, love, affection, and repentance.  If M. D  R had not been present, it would have

been the moment of my  happiness, but I felt certain that I should not have long to wait.  M.  D R

told Madame F that, if he had not seen me so  sick, he  would have believed my illness to be all sham, for

he did  not think it  possible for anyone to rally so rapidly. 

"It is all owing to my Eau des carmes," said Madame F, looking  at me, "and I will leave you my

bottle." 

"No, madam, be kind enough to take it with you, for the water would  have no virtue without your presence." 

"I am sure of that," said M. D R, "so I will leave you  here  with your patient." 

"No, no, he must go to sleep now." 

I slept all night, but in my happy dreams I was with her, and the  reality itself would hardly have procured me

greater enjoyment than I  had during my happy slumbers.  I saw I had taken a very long stride  forward, for

twentyfour hours of abstinence gave me the right to  speak to her openly of my love, and the gift of her hair

was an  irrefutable confession of her own feelings. 

On the following day, after presenting myself before M. F, I  went  to have a little chat with the maid, to

wait until her mistress  was  visible, which was not long, and I had the pleasure of hearing her  laugh when the

maid told her I was there.  As soon as I went in,  without giving me time to say a single word, she told me how

delighted she was to see me looking so well, and advised me to call  upon M. D R. 

It is not only in the eyes of a lover, but also in those of every  man  of taste, that a woman is a thousand times

more lovely at the  moment  she comes out of the arms of Morpheus than when she has  completed her  toilet.

Around Madame F more brilliant beams were  blazing than  around the sun when he leaves the embrace

of Aurora.  Yet  the most  beautiful woman thinks as much of her toilet as the one who  cannot do  without

it,very likely because more human creatures  possess the  more they want. 

In the order given to me by Madame F to call on M. D  R,  I saw another reason to be certain

of approaching happiness,  for I  thought that, by dismissing me so quickly, she had only tried to  postpone the

consummation which I might have pressed upon her, and  which she could not have refused. 

Rich in the possession of her hair, I held a consultation with my  love to decide what I ought to do with it, for

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had given me a splendid lock, full a yard and  a half long.  Having thought it over, I called upon a Jewish

confectioner whose daughter was a skilful embroiderer, and I made her  embroider before me, on a bracelet of

green satin, the four initial  letters of our names, and make a very thin chain with the remainder.  I had a piece

of black ribbon added to one end of the chain, in the  shape of a sliding noose, with which I could easily

strangle myself  if ever love should reduce me to despair, and I passed it round my  neck.  As I did not want to

lose even the smallest particle of so  precious a treasure, I cut with a pair of scissors all the small bits  which

were left, and devoutly gathered them together.  Then I reduced  them into a fine powder, and ordered the

Jewish confectioner to mix  the powder in my presence with a paste made of amber, sugar, vanilla,  angelica,

alkermes and storax, and I waited until the comfits  prepared with that mixture were ready.  I had some more

made with the  same composition, but without any hair; I put the first in a  beautiful sweetmeat box of fine

crystal, and the second in a  tortoiseshell box. 

>From the day when, by giving me her hair, Madame F had  betrayed  the secret feelings of her heart, I

no longer lost my time in  relating stories or adventures.; I only spoke to her of my cove, of  my ardent desires;

I told her that she must either banish me from her  presence, or crown my happiness, but the cruel, charming

woman would  not accept that alternative.  She answered that happiness could not  be obtained by offending

every moral law, and by swerving from our  duties.  If I threw myself at her feet to obtain by anticipation her

forgiveness for the loving violence I intended to use against her,  she would repulse me more powerfully than

if she had had the strength  of a female Hercules, for she would say, in a voice full of sweetness  and affection, 

"My friend, I do not entreat you to respect my weakness, but be  generous enough to spare me for the sake of

all the love I feel for  you." 

"What! you love me, and you refuse to make me happy! It is  impossible! it is unnatural.  You compel me to

believe that you do  not love me.  Only allow me to press my lips one moment upon your  lips, and I ask no

more." 

"No, dearest, no; it would only excite the ardour of your desires,  shake my resolution, and we should then

find ourselves more miserable  than we are now." 

Thus did she every day plunge me in despair, and yet she complained  that my wit was no longer brilliant in

society, that I had lost that  elasticity of spirits which had pleased her so much after my arrival  from

Constantinople.  M. D R, who often jestingly waged war  against me, used to say that I was

getting thinner and thinner every  day.  Madame F told me one day that my sickly looks were very

disagreeable to her, because wicked tongues would not fail to say  that she treated me with cruelty.  Strange,

almost unnatural thought!  On it I composed an idyll which I cannot read, even now, without  feeling tears in

my eyes. 

"What!" I answered, "you acknowledge your cruelty towards me?  You  are afraid of the world guessing all

your heartless rigour, and yet  you continue to enjoy it!  You condemn me unmercifully to the  torments of

Tantalus!  You would be delighted to see me gay,  cheerful, happy, even at the expense of a judgment by

which the world  would find you guilty of a supposed but false kindness towards me,  and yet you refuse me

even the slightest favours!" 

"I do not mind people believing anything, provided it is not true." 

"What a contrast!  Would it be possible for me not to love you, for  you to feel nothing for me?  Such

contradictions strike me as  unnatural.  But you are growing thinner yourself, and I am dying.  It  must be so; we

shall both die before long, you of consumption, I of  exhausting decline; for I am now reduced to enjoying

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At that passionate declaration, delivered with all the ardour of an  excited lover, she was surprised, deeply

moved, and I thought that  the happy hour had struck. I folded her in my arms, and was already  tasting the

first fruits of enjoyment....  The sentinel knocked  twice!...  Oh!  fatal mischance!  I recovered my composure

and stood  in front of her....  M. D R made his appearance, and this  time he found me in so

cheerful a mood that he remained with us until  one o'clock in the morning. 

My comfits were beginning to be the talk of our society.  M. D  R, Madame F, and I were

the only ones who had a box full of  them.  I was stingy with them, and no one durst beg any from me,  because

I had said that they were very expensive, and that in all  Corfu there was no confectioner who could make or

physician who could  analyse them.  I never gave one out of my crystal box, and Madame F.  remarked it.  I

certainly did not believe them to be amorous philtre,  and I was very far from supposing that the addition of

the hair made  them taste more delicious; but a superstition, the offspring of my  love, caused me to cherish

them, and it made me happy to think that a  small portion of the woman I worshipped was thus becoming a

part of  my being. 

Influenced perhaps by some secret sympathy, Madame F. was  exceedingly  fond of the comfits.  She asserted

before all her friends  that they  were the universal panacea, and knowing herself perfect  mistress of  the

inventor, she did not enquire after the secret of the  composition.  But having observed that I gave away only

the comfits  which I kept in my tortoiseshell box, and that I never eat any but  those from the crystal box, she

one day asked me what reason I had  for that.  Without taking time to think, I told her that in those I  kept for

myself there was a certain ingredient which made the  partaker love her. 

"I do not believe it," she answered; "but are they different from  those I eat myself?" 

"They are exactly the same, with the exception of the ingredient I  have just mentioned, which has been put

only in mine." 

"Tell me what the ingredient is." 

"It is a secret which I cannot reveal to you." 

"Then I will never eat any of your comfits." 

Saying which, she rose, emptied her box, and filled it again with  chocolate drops; and for the next few days

she was angry with me, and  avoided my company.  I felt grieved, I became lowspirited, but I  could not make

up my mind to tell her that I was eating her hair! 

She enquired why I looked so sad. 

"Because you refuse to take my comfits." 

"You are master of your secret, and I am mistress of my diet." 

"That is my reward for having taken you into my confidence." 

And I opened my box, emptied its contents in my hand, and swallowed  the whole of them, saying, "Two

more doses like this, and I shall die  mad with love for you.  Then you will be revenged for my reserve.

Farewell, madam." 

She called me back, made me take a seat near her, and told me not  to  commit follies which would make her

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to you," she added, "that you do not require anything of  the  sort to be loved, here is a token of my affection."

And she  offered  me her lovely lips, and upon them mine remained pressed until  I was  compelled to draw a

breath.  I threw myself at her feet, with  tears  of love and gratitude blinding my eyes, and told her that I  would

confess my crime, if she would promise to forgive me. 

"Your crime!  You frighten me.  Yes, I forgive you, but speak  quickly, and tell me all." 

"Yes, everything.  My comfits contain your hair reduced to a  powder.  Here on my arm, see this bracelet on

which our names are  written with  your hair, and round my neck this chain of the same  material, which  will

help me to destroy my own life when your love  fails me.  Such is  my crime, but I would not have been guilty

of it,  if I had not loved  you." 

She smiled, and, bidding me rise from my kneeling position, she  told  me that I was indeed the most criminal

of men, and she wiped away  my  tears, assuring me that I should never have any reason to strangle  myself

with the chain. 

After that conversation, in which I had enjoyed the sweet nectar of  my divinity's first kiss, I had the courage

to behave in a very  different manner.  She could see the ardour which consumed me;  perhaps the same fire

burned in her veins, but I abstained from any  attack. 

"What gives you," she said one day, "the strength to control  yourself?" 

"After the kiss which you granted to me of your own accord, I felt  that I ought not to wish any favour unless

your heart gave it as  freely.  You cannot imagine the happiness that kiss has given me." 

"I not imagine it, you ungrateful man!  Which of us has given that  happiness?" 

"Neither you nor I, angel of my soul!  That kiss so tender, so  sweet,  was the child of love!" 

"Yes, dearest, of love, the treasures of which are inexhaustible." 

The words were scarcely spoken, when our lips were engaged in happy  concert.  She held me so tight against

her bosom that I could not use  my hands to secure other pleasures, but I felt myself perfectly  happy.  After

that delightful skirmish, I asked her whether we were  never to go any further. 

"Never, dearest friend, never.  Love is a child which must be  amused  with trifles; too substantial food would

kill it." 

"I know love better than you; it requires that substantial food,  and  unless it can obtain it, love dies of

exhaustion.  Do not refuse  me  the consolation of hope." 

"Hope as much as you please, if it makes you happy." 

"What should I do, if I had no hope?  I hope, because I know you  have  a heart." 

"Ah!  yes.  Do you recollect the day, when, in your anger, you told  me that I had only a head, but no heart,

thinking you were insulting  me grossly!" 

"Oh! yes, I recollect it." 


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"How heartily I laughed, when I had time to think!  Yes, dearest, I  have a heart, or I should not feel as happy

as I feel now.  Let us  keep our happiness, and be satisfied with it, as it is, without  wishing for anything more." 

Obedient to her wishes, but every day more deeply enamoured, I was  in  hope that nature at last would prove

stronger than prejudice, and  would cause a fortunate crisis.  But, besides nature, fortune was my  friend, and I

owed my happiness to an accident. 

Madame F. was walking one day in the garden, leaning on M. D  R's arm, and was caught by a

large rosebush, and the prickly  thorns left a deep cut on her leg.  M. D R bandaged the  wound

with his handkerchief, so as to stop the blood which was  flowing abundantly, and she had to be carried home

in a palanquin. 

In Corfu, wounds on the legs are dangerous when they are not well  attended to, and very often the wounded

are compelled to leave the  city to be cured. 

Madame F was confined to her bed, and my lucky position in the  house condemned me to remain

constantly at her orders.  I saw her  every minute; but, during the first three days, visitors succeeded  each other

without intermission, and I never was alone with her.  In  the evening, after everybody had gone, and her

husband had retired to  his own apartment, M. D R remained another hour, and for the  sake of

propriety I had to take my leave at the same time that he  did.  I had much more liberty before the accident, and

I told her so  half seriously, half jestingly.  The next day, to make up for my  disappointment, she contrived a

moment of happiness for me. 

An elderly surgeon came every morning to dress her wound, during  which operation her maid only was

present, but I used to go, in my  morning dishabille, to the girl's room, and to wait there, so as to  be the first to

hear how my dear one was. 

That morning, the girl came to tell me to go in as the surgeon was  dressing the wound. 

"See, whether my leg is less inflamed." 

"To give an opinion, madam, I ought to have seen it yesterday." 

"True.  I feel great pain, and I am afraid of erysipelas." 

"Do not be afraid, madam," said the surgeon, "keep your bed, and I  answer for your complete recovery." 

The surgeon being busy preparing a poultice at the other end of the  room, and the maid out, I enquired

whether she felt any hardness in  the calf of the leg, and whether the inflammation went up the limb;  and

naturally, my eyes and my hands kept pace with my questions....  I  saw no inflammation, I felt no hardness,

but....  and the lovely  patient hurriedly let the curtain fall, smiling, and allowing me to  take a sweet kiss, the

perfume of which I had not enjoyed for many  days.  It was a sweet moment; a delicious ecstacy.  From her

mouth my  lips descended to her wound, and satisfied in that moment that my  kisses were the best of

medicines, I would have kept my lips there,  if the noise made by the maid coming back had not compelled

me to  give up my delightful occupation. 

When we were left alone, burning with intense desires, I entreated  her to grant happiness at least to my eyes. 

"I feel humiliated," I said to her, "by the thought that the  felicity  I have just enjoyed was only a theft." 

"But supposing you were mistaken?" 


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The next day I was again present at the dressing of the wound, and  as  soon as the surgeon had left, she asked

me to arrange her pillows,  which I did at once.  As if to make that pleasant office easier, she  raised the

bedclothes to support herself, and she thus gave me a  sight of beauties which intoxicated my eyes, and I

protracted the  easy operation without her complaining of my being too slow. 

When I had done I was in a fearful state, and I threw myself in an  armchair opposite her bed, half dead, in a

sort of trance.  I was  looking at that lovely being who, almost artless, was continually  granting me greater and

still greater favours, and yet never allowed  me to reach the goal for which I was so ardently longing. 

"What are you thinking of?" she said. 

"Of the supreme felicity I have just been enjoying." 

"You are a cruel man." 

"No, I am not cruel, for, if you love me, you must not blush for  your  indulgence.  You must know, too, that,

loving you passionately, I  must not suppose that it is to be a surprise that I am indebted for  my happiness in

the enjoyment of the most ravishing sights, for if I  owed it only to mere chance I should be compelled to

believe that any  other man in my position might have had the same happiness, and such  an idea would be

misery to me.  Let me be indebted to you for having  proved to me this morning how much enjoyment I can

derive from one of  my senses.  Can you be angry with my eyes?" 

"Yes." 

"They belong to you; tear them out." 

The next day, the moment the doctor had gone, she sent her maid out  to make some purchases. 

"Ah!" she said a few minutes after, "my maid has forgotten to  change  my chemise." 

"Allow me to take her place." 

"Very well, but recollect that I give permission only to your eyes  to  take a share in the proceedings." 

"Agreed!" 

She unlaced herself, took off her stays and her chemise, and told  me  to be quick and put on the clean one, but

I was not speedy enough,  being too much engaged by all I could see. 

"Give me my chemise," she exclaimed; "it is there on that small  table." 

"Where?" 

"There, near the bed.  Well, I will take it myself." 

She leaned over towards the table, and exposed almost everything I  was longing for, and, turning slowly

round, she handed me the chemise  which I could hardly hold, trembling all over with fearful  excitement.  She

took pity on me, my hands shared the happiness of my  eyes; I fell in her arms, our lips fastened together, and,

in a  voluptuous, ardent pressure, we enjoyed an amorous exhaustion not  sufficient to allay our desires, but

delightful enough to deceive  them for the moment. 


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With greater control over herself than women have generally under  similar circumstances, she took care to let

me reach only the porch  of the temple, without granting me yet a free entrance to the  sanctuary. 


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