I was standing2 at some distance from my carriage into which they were putting four horses, when a man accosted3 me and asked me if I would pay in advance or at the next stage. Without troubling to look at him I said I would pay in advance, and gave him a coin requesting him to bring me the change.
“Directly, sir,” said he, and with that he went into the inn.
A few minutes after, just as I was going to look after my change, the post-master came up and asked me to pay for the stage.
“I have paid already, and I am waiting for my change. Did I not give the money to you?”
“Certainly not, sir.”
“Whom did I give it to, then?”
“I really can’t say; but you will be able to recognize the man, doubtless.”
“It must have been you or one of your people.”
I was speaking loud, and all the men came about me.
“These are all the men in my employ,” said the master, and he asked if any of them had received the money from me.
They all denied the fact with an air of sincerity4 which left no room for suspicion. I cursed and swore, but they let me curse and swear as much as I liked. At last I discovered that there was no help for it, and I paid a second time, laughing at the clever rascal5 who had taken me in so thoroughly6. Such are the lessons of life; always full of new experiences, and yet one never knows enough. From that day I have always taken care not to pay for posting except to the proper persons.
In no country are knaves7 so cunning as in Italy, Greece ancient and modern excepted.
When I got to the best inn at Leghorn they told me that there was a theatre, and my luck made me go and see the play. I was recognized by an actor who accosted me, and introduced me to one of his comrades, a self-styled poet, and a great enemy of the Abbe Chiari, whom I did not like, as he had written a biting satire8 against me, and I had never succeeded in avenging9 myself on him. I asked them to come and sup with me — a windfall which these people are not given to refusing. The pretended poet was a Genoese, and called himself Giacomo Passano. He informed me that he had written three hundred sonnets11 against the abbe, who would burst with rage if they were ever printed. As I could not restrain a smile at the good opinion the poet had of his works, he offered to read me a few sonnets. He had the manuscript about him, and I could not escape the penance12. He read a dozen or so, which I thought mediocre13, and a mediocre sonnet10 is necessarily a bad sonnet, as this form of poetry demands sublimity14; and thus amongst the myriads15 of sonnets to which Italy gives birth very few can be called good.
If I had given myself time to examine the man’s features, I should, no doubt, have found him to be a rogue16; but I was blinded by passion, and the idea of three hundred sonnets against the Abbe Chiari fascinated me.
I cast my eyes over the title of the manuscript, and read, “La Chiareide di Ascanio Pogomas.”
“That’s an anagram of my Christian17 name and my surname; is it not a happy combination?”
This folly18 made me smile again. Each of the sonnets was a dull diatribe19 ending with “l’abbate Chiari e un coglione.” He did not prove that he was one, but he said so over and over again, making use of the poet’s privilege to exaggerate and lie. What he wanted to do was to annoy the abbe, who was by no means what Passano called him, but on the contrary, a wit and a poet; and if he had been acquainted with the requirements of the stage he would have written better plays than Goldoni, as he had a greater command of language.
I told Passano, for civility’s sake, that he ought to get his Chiareide printed.
“I would do so,” said he, “if I could find a publisher, for I am not rich enough to pay the expenses, and the publishers are a pack of ignorant beggars. Besides, the press is not free, and the censor20 would not let the epithet21 I give to my hero pass. If I could go to Switzerland I am sure it could be managed; but I must have six sequins to walk to Switzerland, and I have not got them.”
“And when you got to Switzerland, where there are no theatres, what would you do for a living?”
“I would paint in miniature. Look at those.”
He gave me a number of small ivory tablets, representing obscene subjects, badly drawn23 and badly painted.
“I will give you an introduction to a gentleman at Berne,” I said; and after supper I gave him a letter and six sequins. He wanted to force some of his productions on me, but I would not have them.
I was foolish enough to give him a letter to pretty Sara’s father, and I told him to write to me at Rome, under cover of the banker Belloni.
I set out from Leghorn the next day and went to Pisa, where I stopped two days. There I made the acquaintance of an Englishman, of whom I bought a travelling carriage. He took me to see Corilla, the celebrated24 poetess. She received me with great politeness, and was kind enough to improvise25 on several subjects which I suggested. I was enchanted26, not so much with her grace and beauty, as by her wit and perfect elocution. How sweet a language sounds when it is spoken well and the expressions are well chosen. A language badly spoken is intolerable even from a pretty mouth, and I have always admired the wisdom of the Greeks who made their nurses teach the children from the cradle to speak correctly and pleasantly. We are far from following their good example; witness the fearful accents one hears in what is called, often incorrectly, good society.
Corilla was ‘straba’, like Venus as painted by the ancients — why, I cannot think, for however fair a squint-eyed woman may be otherwise, I always look upon her face as distorted. I am sure that if Venus had been in truth a goddess, she would have made the eccentric Greek, who first dared to paint her cross-eyed, feel the weight of her anger. I was told that when Corilla sang, she had only to fix her squinting eyes on a man and the conquest was complete; but, praised be God! she did not fix them on me.
At Florence I lodged28 at the “Hotel Carrajo,” kept by Dr. Vannini, who delighted to confess himself an unworthy member of the Academy Della Crusca. I took a suite30 of rooms which looked out on the bank of the Arno. I also took a carriage and a footman, whom, as well as a coachman, I clad in blue and red livery. This was M. de Bragadin’s livery, and I thought I might use his colours, not with the intention of deceiving anyone, but merely to cut a dash.
The morning after my arrival I put on my great coat to escape observation, and proceeded to walk about Florence. In the evening I went to the theatre to see the famous harlequin, Rossi, but I considered his reputation was greater than he deserved. I passed the same judgment31 on the boasted Florentine elocution; I did not care for it at all. I enjoyed seeing Pertici; having become old, and not being able to sing any more, he acted, and, strange to say, acted well; for, as a rule, all singers, men and women, trust to their voice and care nothing for acting32, so that an ordinary cold entirely33 disables them for the time being.
Next day I called on the banker, Sasso Sassi, on whom I had a good letter of credit, and after an excellent dinner I dressed and went to the opera an via della Pergola, taking a stage box, not so much for the music, of which I was never much of an admirer, as because I wanted to look at the actress.
The reader may guess my delight and surprise when I recognised in the prima donna Therese, the false Bellino, whom I had left at Rimini in the year 1744; that charming Therese whom I should certainly have married if M. de Gages had not put me under arrest. I had not seen her for seventeen years, but she looked as beautiful and ravishing as ever as she came forward on the stage. It seemed impossible. I could not believe my eyes, thinking the resemblance must be a coincidence, when, after singing an air, she fixed34 her eyes on mine and kept them there. I could no longer doubt that it was she; she plainly recognized me. As she left the stage she stopped at the wings and made a sign to me with her fan to come and speak to her.
I went out with a beating heart, though I could not explain my perturbation, for I did not feel guilty in any way towards Therese, save in that I had not answered the last letter she had written me from Naples, thirteen years ago. I went round the theatre, feeling a greater curiosity as to the results of our interview than to know what had befallen her during the seventeen years which seemed an age to me.
I came to the stage-door, and I saw Therese standing at the top of the stair. She told the door-keeper to let me pass; I went up and we stood face to face. Dumb with surprise I took her hand and pressed it against my heart.
“Know from that beating heart,” said I, “all that I feel.”
“I can’t follow your example,” said she, “but when I saw you I thought I should have fainted. Unfortunately I am engaged to supper. I shall not shut my eyes all night. I shall expect you at eight o’clock to-morrow morning. Where are you staying?”
“At Dr. Vannini’s.”
“Under what name?”
“My own.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Since yesterday.”
“Are you stopping long in Florence?”
“As long as you like.”
“Are you married?”
“No.”
“Cursed be that supper! What an event! You must leave me now, I have to go on. Good-bye till seven o’clock to-morrow.”
She had said eight at first, but an hour sooner was no harm. I returned to the theatre, and recollected36 that I had neither asked her name or address, but I could find out all that easily. She was playing Mandane, and her singing and acting were admirable. I asked a well-dressed young man beside me what that admirable actress’s name was.
“You have only come to Florence to-day, sir?”
“I arrived yesterday.”
“Ah! well, then it’s excusable. That actress has the same name as I have. She is my wife, and I am Cirillo Palesi, at your service.”
I bowed and was silent with surprise. I dared not ask where she lived, lest he might think my curiosity impertinent. Therese married to this handsome young man, of whom, of all others, I had made enquiries about her! It was like a scene in a play.
I could bear it no longer. I longed to be alone and to ponder over this strange adventure at my ease, and to think about my visit to Therese at seven o’clock the next morning. I felt the most intense curiosity to see what the husband would do when he recognized me, and he was certain to do so, for he had looked at me attentively37 as he spoke27. I felt that my old flame for Therese was rekindled38 in my heart, and I did not know whether I was glad or sorry at her being married.
I left the opera-house and told my footman to call my carriage.
“You can’t have it till nine o’clock, sir; it was so cold the coachman sent the horses back to the stable.”
“We will return on foot, then.”
“You will catch a cold.”
“What is the prima donna’s name?”
“When she came here, she called herself Lanti, but for the last two months she has been Madame Palesi. She married a handsome young man with no property and no profession, but she is rich, so he takes his ease and does nothing.”
“Where does she live?”
“At the end of this street. There’s her house, sir; she lodges40 on the first floor.”
This was all I wanted to know, so I said no more, but took note of the various turnings, that I might be able to find my way alone the next day. I ate a light supper, and told Le Duc to call me at six o’clock.
“But it is not light till seven.”
“I know that.”
“Very good”
At the dawn of day, I was at the door of the woman I had loved so passionately41. I went to the first floor, rang the bell, and an old woman came out and asked me if I were M. Casanova. I told her that I was, whereupon she said that the lady had informed her I was not coming till eight.
“She said seven.”
“Well, well, it’s of no consequence. Kindly42 walk in here. I will go and awake her.”
In five minutes, the young husband in his night-cap and dressing- gown came in, and said that his wife would not be long. Then looking at me attentively with an astounded43 stare, he said,
“Are you not the gentleman who asked me my wife’s name last night?”
“You are right, I did. I have not seen your wife for many years, but I thought I recognized her. My good fortune made me enquire44 of her husband, and the friendship which formerly45 attached me to her will henceforth attach me to you.”
As I uttered this pretty compliment Therese, as fair as love, rushed into the room with open arms. I took her to my bosom46 in a transport of delight, and thus we remained for two minutes, two friends, two lovers, happy to see one another after a long and sad parting. We kissed each other again and again, and then bidding her husband sit down she drew me to a couch and gave full course to her tears. I wept too, and my tears were happy ones. At last we wiped our eyes, and glanced towards the husband whom we had completely forgotten. He stood in an attitude of complete astonishment47, and we burst out laughing. There was something so comic in his surprise that it would have taxed all the talents of the poet and the caricaturist to depict48 his expression of amazement49. Therese, who knew how to manage him, cried in a pathetic an affectionate voice —
“My dear Palesi, you see before you my father — nay50, more than a father, for this is my generous friend to whom I owe all. Oh, happy moment for which my heart has longed for these ten years past.”
At the word “father” the unhappy husband fixed his gaze on me, but I restrained my laughter with considerable difficulty. Although Therese was young for her age, she was only two years younger than I; but friendship gives a new meaning to the sweet name of father.
“Yes, sir,” said I, “your Therese is my daughter, my sister, my cherished friend; she is an angel, and this treasure is your wife.”
“I did not reply to your last letter,” said I, not giving him time to come to himself.
“I know all,” she replied. “You fell in love with a nun51. You were imprisoned52 under the Leads, and I heard of your almost miraculous53 flight at Vienna. I had a false presentiment54 that I should see you in that town. Afterwards I heard of you in Paris and Holland, but after you left Paris nobody could tell me any more about you. You will hear some fine tales when I tell you all that has happened to me during the past ten years. Now I am happy. I have my dear Palesi here, who comes from Rome. I married him a couple of months ago. We are very fond of each other, and I hope you will be as much his friend as mine.”
At this I arose and embraced the husband, who cut such an extraordinary figure. He met me with open arms, but in some confusion; he was, no doubt, not yet quite satisfied as to the individual who was his wife’s father, brother, friend, and perhaps lover, all at once. Therese saw this feeling in his eyes, and after I had done she came and kissed him most affectionately, which confused me in my turn, for I felt all my old love for her renewed, and as ardent55 as it was when Don Sancio Pico introduced me to her at Ancona.
Reassured56 by my embrace and his wife’s caress57, M. Palesi asked me if I would take a cup of chocolate with them, which he himself would make. I answered that chocolate was my favourite breakfast- dish, and all the more so when it was made by a friend. He went away to see to it. Our time had come.
As soon as we were alone Therese threw herself into my arms, her face shining with such love as no pen can describe.
“Oh, my love! whom I shall love all my life, clasp me to your breast! Let us give each other a hundred embraces on this happy day, but not again, since my fate has made me another’s bride. To-morrow we will be like brother and sister; to-day let us be lovers.”
She had not finished this speech before my bliss58 was crowned. Our transports were mutual59, and we renewed them again and again during the half hour in which we had no fear of an interruption. Her negligent60 morning dress and my great coat were highly convenient under the circumstances.
After we had satiated in part our amorous61 ardour we breathed again and sat down. There was a short pause, and then she said,
“You must know that I am in love with my husband and determined62 not to deceive him. What I have just done was a debt I had to pay to the remembrance of my first love. I had to pay it to prove how much I love you; but let us forget it now. You must be contented63 with the thought of my great affection for you — of which you can have no doubt — and let me still think that you love me; but henceforth do not let us be alone together, as I should give way, and that would vex64 me. What makes you look so sad?”
“I find you bound, while I am free. I thought we had met never to part again; you had kindled39 the old fires. I am the same to you as I was at Ancona. I have proved as much, and you can guess how sad I feel at your decree that I am to enjoy you no more. I find that you are not only married but in love with your husband. Alas65! I have come too late, but if I had not stayed at Genoa I should not have been more fortunate. You shall know all in due time, and in the meanwhile I will be guided by you in everything. I suppose your husband knows nothing of our connection, and my best plan will be to be reserved, will it not?”
“Yes, dearest, for he knows nothing of my affairs, and I am glad to say he shews no curiosity respecting them. Like everybody else, he knows I made my fortune at Naples; I told him I went there when I was ten years old. That was an innocent lie which hurts nobody; and in my position I find that inconvenient66 truths have to give way to lies. I give myself out as only twenty-four, how do you think I look?”
“You look as if you were telling the truth, though I know you must be thirty-two.”
“You mean thirty-one, for when I knew you I couldn’t have been more than fourteen.”
“I thought you were fifteen at least.”
“Well, I might admit that between ourselves; but tell me if I look more than twenty-four.”
“I swear to you you don’t look as old, but at Naples . . . ”
“At Naples some people might be able to contradict me, but nobody would mind them. But I am waiting for what ought to be the sweetest moment of your life.”
“What is that, pray?”
“Allow me to keep my own counsel, I want to enjoy your surprise. How are you off? If you want money, I can give you back all you gave me, and with compound interest. All I have belongs to me; my husband is not master of anything. I have fifty thousand ducats at Naples, and an equal sum in diamonds. Tell me how much you want — quick! the chocolate is coming.”
Such a woman was Therese. I was deeply moved, and was about to throw my arms about her neck without answering when the chocolate came. Her husband was followed by a girl of exquisite67 beauty, who carried three cups of chocolate on a silver-gilt dish. While we drank it Palesi amused us by telling us with much humour how surprised he was when he recognized the man who made him rise at such an early hour as the same who had asked him his wife’s name the night before. Therese and I laughed till our sides ached, the story was told so wittily68 and pleasantly. This Roman displeased69 me less than I expected; his jealousy70 seemed only put on for form’s sake.
“At ten o’clock,” said Theresa, “I have a rehearsal71 here of the new opera. You can stay and listen if you like. I hope you will dine with us every day, and it will give me great pleasure if you will look upon my house as yours.”
“To-day,” said I, “I will stay with you till after supper, and then I will leave you with your fortunate husband.”
As I pronounced these words M. Palesi embraced me with effusion, as if to thank me for not objecting to his enjoying his rights as a husband.
He was between the ages of twenty and twenty-two, of a fair complexion72, and well-made, but too pretty for a man. I did not wonder at Therese being in love with him, for I knew too well the power of a handsome face; but I thought that she had made a mistake in marrying him, for a husband acquires certain rights which may become troublesome.
Therese’s pretty maid came to tell me that my carriage was at the door.
“Will you allow me,” said I to her, “to have my footman in?”
“Rascal,” said I, as soon as he came in, “who told you to come here with my carriage?”
“Nobody, sir, but I know my duty.”
“Who told you that I was here?”
“I guessed as much.”
“Go and fetch Le Duc, and come back with him.”
When they arrived I told Le Duc to pay the impertinent fellow three days’ wages, to strip him of his livery, and to ask Dr. Vannini to get me a servant of the same build, not gifted with the faculty73 of divination74, but who knew how to obey his master’s orders. The rascal was much perturbed75 at the result of his officiousness, and asked Therese to plead for him; but, like a sensible woman, she told him that his master was the best judge of the value of his services.
At ten o’clock all the actors and actresses arrived, bringing with them a mob of amateurs who crowded the hall. Therese received their greetings graciously, and I could see she enjoyed a great reputation. The rehearsal lasted three hours, and wearied me extremely. To relieve my boredom76 I talked to Palesi, whom I liked for not asking me any particulars of my acquaintance with his wife. I saw that he knew how to behave in the position in which he was placed.
A girl from Parma, named Redegonde, who played a man’s part and sang very well, stayed to dinner. Therese had also asked a young Bolognese, named Corticelli. I was struck with the budding charms of this pretty dancer, but as I was just then full of Therese, I did not pay much attention to her. Soon after we sat down I saw a plump abbe coming in with measured steps. He looked to me a regular Tartuffe, after nothing but Therese. He came up to her as soon as he saw her, and going on one knee in the Portuguese77 fashion, kissed her hand tenderly and respectfully. Therese received him with smiling courtesy and put him at her right hand; I was at their left. His voice, manner, and all about him told me that I had known him, and in fact I soon recognized him as the Abbe Gama, whom I had left at Rome seventeen years before with Cardinal78 Acquaviva; but I pretended not to recognize him, and indeed he had aged22 greatly. This gallant79 priest had eyes for no one but Therese, and he was too busy with saying a thousand soft nothings to her to take notice of anybody else in the company. I hoped that in his turn he would either not recognize me or pretend not to do so, so I was continuing my trifling80 talk with the Corticelli, when Therese told me that the abbe wanted to know whether I did not recollect35 him. I looked at his face attentively, and with the air of a man who is trying to recollect something, and then I rose and asked if he were not the Abbe Gama, with whose acquaintance I was honoured.
“The same,” said he, rising, and placing his arms round my neck he kissed me again and again. This was in perfect agreement with his crafty81 character; the reader will not have forgotten the portrait of him contained in the first volume of these Memoirs82.
After the ice had been thus broken it will be imagined that we had a long conversation. He spoke of Barbaruccia, of the fair Marchioness G— — of Cardinal S—— C— — and told me how he had passed from the Spanish to the Portuguese service, in which he still continued. I was enjoying his talk about numerous subjects which had interested me in my early youth, when an unexpected sight absorbed all my thinking faculties83. A young man of fifteen or sixteen, as well grown as Italians usually are at that age, came into the room, saluted84 the company with easy grace, and kissed Therese. I was the only person who did not know him, but I was not the only one who looked surprised. The daring Therese introduced him to me with perfect coolness with the words:—
“That is my brother.”
I greeted him as warmly as I could, but my manner was slightly confused, as I had not had time to recover my composure. This so- called brother of Therese was my living image, though his complexion was rather clearer than mine. I saw at once that he was my son; nature had never been so indiscreet as in the amazing likeness85 between us. This, then, was the surprise of which Therese had spoken; she had devised the pleasure of seeing me at once astounded and delighted, for she knew that my heart would be touched at the thought of having left her such a pledge of our mutual love. I had not the slightest foreknowledge in the matter, for Therese had never alluded86 to her being with child in her letters. I thought, however, that she should not have brought about this meeting in the presence of a third party, for everyone has eyes in their head, and anyone with eyes must have seen that the young man was either my son or my brother. I glanced at her, but she avoided meeting my eye, while the pretended brother was looking at me so attentively that he did not hear what was said to him. As to the others, they did nothing but look first at me and then at him, and if they came to the conclusion that he was my son they would be obliged to suppose that I had been the lover of Therese’s mother, if she were really his sister, for taking into consideration the age she looked and gave herself out to be she could not possibly be his mother. It was equally impossible that I could be Therese’s father, as I did not look any older than she did.
My son spoke the Neapolitan dialect perfectly87, but he also spoke Italian very well, and in whatever he said I was glad to recognize taste, good sense, and intelligence. He was well-informed, though he had been brought up at Naples, and his manners were very distinguished88. His mother made him sit between us at table.
“His favourite amusement,” she said to me, “is music. You must hear him on the clavier, and though I am eight years older I shall not be surprised if you pronounce him the better performer.”
Only a woman’s delicate instinct could have suggested this remark; men hardly ever approach women in this respect.
Whether from natural impulses or self-esteem, I rose from the table so delighted with my son that I embraced him with the utmost tenderness, and was applauded by the company. I asked everybody to dine with me the next day, and my invitation was joyfully89 accepted; but the Corticelli said, with the utmost simplicity90,
“May I come, too?”
“Certainty; you too.”
After dinner the Abbe Gama asked me to breakfast with him, or to have him to breakfast the next morning, as be was longing91 for a good talk with me.
“Come and breakfast with me,” said I, “I shall be delighted to see you.”
When the guests had gone Don Cesarino, as the pretended brother of Therese was called, asked me if I would walk with him. I kissed him, and replied that my carriage was at his service, and that he and his brother-in-law could drive in it, but that I had resolved not to leave his sister that day. Palesi seemed quite satisfied with the arrangement, and they both went away.
When we were alone, I gave Therese an ardent embrace, and congratulated her on having such a brother.
“My dear, he is the fruit of our amours; he is your son. He makes me happy, and is happy himself, and indeed he has everything to make him so.”
“And I, too, am happy, dear Therese. You must have seen that I recognized him at once.”
“But do you want to give him a brother? How ardent you are!”
“Remember, beloved one, that to-morrow we are to be friends, and nothing more.”
By this my efforts were crowned with success, but the thought that it was the last time was a bitter drop in the cup of happiness.
When we had regained92 our composure, Therese said —
“The duke who took me from Rimini brought up our child; as soon as I knew that I was pregnant I confided93 my secret to him. No one knew of my delivery, and the child was sent to nurse at Sorrento, and the duke had him baptized under the name of Caesar Philip Land. He remained at Sorrento till he was nine, and then he was boarded with a worthy29 man, who superintended his education and taught him music. From his earliest childhood he has known me as his sister, and you cannot think how happy I was when I saw him growing so like you. I have always considered him as a sure pledge of our final union. I was ever thinking what would happen when we met, for I knew that he would have the same influence over you as he has over me. I was sure you would marry me and make him legitimate94.”
“And you have rendered all this, which would have made me happy, an impossibility.”
“The fates decided95 so; we will say no more about it. On the death of the duke I left Naples, leaving Cesarino at the same boarding school, under the protection of the Prince de la Riccia, who has always looked upon him as a brother. Your son, though he does not know it, possesses the sum of twenty thousand ducats, of which I receive the interest, but you may imagine that I let him want for nothing. My only regret is that I cannot tell him I am his mother, as I think he would love me still more if he knew that he owed his being to me. You cannot think how glad I was to see your surprise to-day, and how soon you got to love him.”
“He is wonderfully like me.”
“That delights me. People must think that you were my mother’s lover. My husband thinks that our friendship is due to the connection between you and my mother. He told me yesterday that Cesarino might be my brother on the mother’s side, but not on my father’s; as he had seen his father in the theatre, but that he could not possibly be my father, too. If I have children by Palesi all I have will go to them, but if not Cesarino will be my heir. My property is well secured, even if the Prince de Riccia were to die.”
“Come,” said she, drawing me in the direction of her bed-room. She opened a large box which contained her jewels and diamonds, and shares to the amount of fifty thousand ducats. Besides that she had a large amount of plate, and her talents which assured her the first place in all the Italian theatres.
“Do you know whether our dear Cesarino has been in love yet?” said I.
“I don’t think so, but I fancy my pretty maid is in love with him. I shall keep my eyes open.”
“You mustn’t be too strict.”
“No, but it isn’t a good thing for a young man to engage too soon in that pleasure which makes one neglect everything else.”
“Let me have him, I will teach him how to live.”
“Ask all, but leave me my son. You must know that I never kiss him for fear of my giving way to excessive emotion. I wish you knew how good and pure he is, and how well he loves me, I could not refuse him anything.”
“What will people say in Venice when they see Casanova again, who escaped from The Leads and has become twenty years younger?”
“You are going to Venice, then, for the Ascensa?”
“Yes, and you are going to Rome?”
“And to Naples, to see my friend the Duke de Matalone.”
“I know him well. He has already had a son by the daughter of the Duke de Bovino, whom he married. She must be a charming woman to have made a man of him, for all Naples knew that he was impotent.”
“Probably, she only knew the secret of making him a father.”
“Well, it is possible.”
We spent the time by talking with interest on various topics till Cesarino and the husband came back. The dear child finished his conquest of me at supper; he had a merry random96 wit, and all the Neapolitan vivacity97. He sat down at the clavier, and after playing several pieces with the utmost skill he began to sing Neapolitan songs which made us all laugh. Therese only looked at him and me, but now and again she embraced her husband, saying, that in love alone lies happiness.
I thought then, and I think now, that this day was one of the happiest I have ever spent.
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