Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 21: South of France eBook

Giacomo Casanova
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In the meanwhile, my niece had become so friendly and familiar that she would often come and sit on my bed in the morning when Annette was still in my arms.  Her presence increased my ardour, and I quenched the fires on the blonde which the brunette was kindling.  My niece seemed to enjoy the sight, and I could see that her senses were being pleasantly tortured.  Annette was short-sighted, and so did not perceive my distractions, while my fair niece caressed me slightly, knowing that it would add to my pleasures.  When she thought I was exhausted she told Annette to get up and leave me alone with her, as she wanted to tell me something.  She then began to jest and toy, and though her dress was extremely disordered she seemed to think that her charms would exercise no power over me.  She was quite mistaken, but I was careful not to undeceive her for fear of losing her confidence.  I watched the game carefully, and noting how little by little her familiarity increased, I felt sure that she would have to surrender at last, if not at Genoa, certainly on the journey, when we would be thrown constantly in each other’s society with nobody to spy upon our actions, and with nothing else to do but to make love.  It is the weariness of a journey, the constant monotony, that makes one do something to make sure of one’s existence; and when it comes to the reckoning there is usually more joy than repentance.

But the story of my journey from Genoa to Marseilles was written in the book of fate, and could not be read by me.  All I knew was that I must soon go as Madame d’Urfe was waiting for me at Marseilles.  I knew not that in this journey would be involved the fate of a Venetian girl of whom I had never heard, who had never seen me, but whom I was destined to render happy.  My fate seemed to have made me stop at Genoa to wait for her.

I settled my accounts with the banker, to whom I had been accredited, and I took a letter of credit on Marseilles, where, however, I was not likely to want for funds, as my high treasurer, Madame d’Urfe was there.  I took leave of Madame Isola-Bella and her circle that I might be able to devote all my time to Rosalie and her friends.


Disgraceful Behaviour of My Brother, the Abbe, I Relieve Him of His Mistress—­Departure from Genoa—­The Prince of Monaco—­My Niece Overcome—­Our Arrival at Antibes

On the Tuesday in Holy Week I was just getting up, when Clairmont came to tell me that a priest who would not give his name wanted to speak to me.  I went out in my night-cap, and the rascally priest rushed at me and nearly choked me with his embraces.  I did not like so much affection, and as I had not recognized him at first on account of the darkness of the room, I took him by the arm and led him to the window.  It was my youngest brother, a good-for-nothing fellow, whom I had always disliked.  I had not seen him for ten years, but I cared so little about him that I had not even enquired whether he were alive or dead in the correspondence I maintained with M. de Bragadin, Dandolo, and Barbaro.

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