Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 16: Depart Switzerland eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 67 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 16.

Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 16: Depart Switzerland eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 67 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 16.

I went out the next morning with a guide, to take me back to the inn when I was tired of walking.  Not heeding where I went, I reached a fine quay; I thought I was at Venice again, and I felt my bosom swell, so deeply is the love of fatherland graven on the heart of every good man.  I saw a number of stalls where Spanish and Levantine wines were kept, and a number of people drinking in them.  A crowd of business men went hither and thither, running up against each other, crossing each other’s paths, each occupied with his own business, and not caring whose way he got into.  Hucksters, well dressed and ill dressed, women, pretty and plain, women who stared boldly at everyone, modest maidens with downcast eyes, such was the picture I saw.

The mixture of nationalities, the grave Turk and the glittering Andalusian, the French dandy, the gross Negro, the crafty Greek, the dull Hollander; everything reminded me of Venice, and I enjoyed the scene.

I stopped a moment at a street corner to read a playbill, and then I went back to the inn and refreshed my weary body with a delicious dinner, washed down with choice Syracusan wine.  After dinner I dressed and took a place in the amphitheatre of the theatre.

CHAPTER III

Rosalie—­Toulon—­Nice—­I Arrive at Genoa—­M.  Grimaldi—­Veronique and Her Sister

I noticed that the four principal boxes on both sides of the proscenium were adorned with pretty women, but not a single gentleman.  In the interval between the first and second acts I saw gentlemen of all classes paying their devoirs to these ladies.  Suddenly I heard a Knight of Malta say to a girl, who was the sole occupant of a box next to me,

“I will breakfast with you to-morrow.”

This was enough for me.  I looked at her more closely and finding her to be a dainty morsel I said, as soon as the knight had gone—­

“Will you give me my supper?”

“With pleasure; but I have been taken in so often that I shan’t expect you without an earnest.”

“How can I give you an earnest?  I don’t understand.”

“You must be a new-comer here.”

“Just arrived.”

She laughed, called the knight, and said,—­

“Be pleased to explain to this gentleman, who has just asked me for supper, the meaning of the word ‘earnest.’”

The good-natured knight explained, with a smile, that the lady, fearing lest my memory should prove defective, wanted me to pay for my supper in advance.  I thanked him, and asked her if a louis would be enough; and on her replying in the affirmative, I gave her the Louis and asked for her address.  The knight told me politely that he would take me there himself after the theatre, adding,—­

“She’s the wantonest wench in all Marseilles.”

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