Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 17: Return to Italy eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 113 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 17.

Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 17: Return to Italy eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 113 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 17.

I accepted his offer gratefully, and he began to sound me about Therese, but found my lips as tightly closed as the lid of a miser’s coffer.  I told him she was a child when I made the acquaintance of her family at Bologna, and that the resemblance between her brother and myself was a mere accident—­a freak of nature.  He happened to catch sight of a well-written manuscript on the table, and asked me if that superb writing was my secretary’s.  Costa, who was present, answered in Spanish that he wrote it.  Gama overwhelmed him with compliments, and begged me to send Costa to him to copy some letters.  I guessed that he wanted to pump him about me, and said that I needed his services all the day.

“Well, well,” said the abbe, “another time will do.”  I gave him no answer.  Such is the character of the curious.

I am not referring to that curiosity which depends on the occult sciences, and endeavours to pry into the future—­the daughter of ignorance and superstition, its victims are either foolish or ignorant.  But the Abbe Gama was neither; he was naturally curious, and his employment made him still more so, for he was paid to find out everything.  He was a diplomatist; if he had been a little lower down in the social scale he would have been treated as a spy.

He left me to pay some calls, promising to be back by dinner-time.

Dr. Vannini brought me another servant, of the same height as the first, and engaged that he should obey orders and guess nothing.  I thanked the academician and inn-keeper, and ordered him to get me a sumptuous dinner.

The Corticelli was the first to arrive, bringing with her her brother, an effeminate-looking young man, who played the violin moderately well, and her mother, who informed me that she never allowed her daughter to dine out without herself and her son.

“Then you can take her back again this instant,” said I, “or take this ducat to dine somewhere else, as I don’t want your company or your son’s.”

She took the ducat, saying that she was sure she was leaving her daughter in good hands.

“You may be sure of that,” said I, “so be off.”

The daughter made such witty observations on the above dialogue that I could not help laughing, and I began to be in love with her.  She was only thirteen, and was so small that she looked ten.  She was well-made, lively, witty, and fairer than is usual with Italian women, but to this day I cannot conceive how I fell in love with her.

The young wanton begged me to protect her against the manager of the opera, who was a Jew.  In the agreement she had made with him he had engaged to let her dance a ‘pas de deux’ in the second opera, and he had not kept his word.  She begged me to compel the Jew to fulfil his engagement, and I promised to do so.

The next guest was Redegonde, who came from Parma.  She was a tall, handsome woman, and Costa told me she was the sister of my new footman.  After I had talked with her for two or three minutes I found her remarks well worthy of attention.

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