Volume VI Part 8 (2/2)
In spite of all the doctor's care the fever increased, and at five o'clock in theof October 26th, she succuhed her last, she bade me the last farewell in the presence of the venerable ecclesiastic who had confessed her at ather fast as I write these words are probably the last honours I shall pay to this poor victim of a man who is still alive, and whose destiny see by the bed of her I loved so dearly, and in vain Madame Lamarre tried to induce me to come and sit with her I loved the poor corpse better than all the world outside
At noon my brother and his wife caetting anxious They saw the body lovely in death; they understood led theirs with ht by Charlotte's bed, resolved not to leave it till her body had been consigned to the grave
The day before this iven me several letters, but I had not opened any of them On my return from the funeral I proceeded to do so, and the first one was froadin; but I could not weep For twenty-two years M de Bragadin had been as a father to ht have enough He could not leave , as his property was entailed, while his furniture and his library would become the prey of his creditors His two friends, erebut their love The dreadful neas accoe for a thousand crohich he had sentthat it would be the last gift he would ever ht that Fortune had done her worst to oing out On the fourth I began to pay an assiduous court to Princess Lubo, her brother, a letter that must have mortified him, as she proved beyond a doubt that the tales he had listened to against s do not allow so sustus had just received a dreadful insult fro the three senators who had spoken their minds at the Diet was a blohichto the heart
The princess had left Warsaw eneral opinion As I had decided to visit the Court of Madrid before going to Portugal, the princess gave me a letter of introduction to the powerful Count of Aranda; and the Marquis Caraccioli, as still at Paris, gave me three letters, one for Prince de la Catolica, the Neapolitan a's favourite and lord high steward, and a third for the Marquis Mora Pignatelli
On November 4th I went to a concert with a ticket that the princess had given h I heard hter I turned round and saw the gentlebetween two men advanced in years I stared him in the face, but he turned his head away and continued his is, that I had robbed hi his late aunt, the Marchioness d'Urfe
”You are an impudent liar,” I said to hiive you a kick to teach you to speak respectfully”
With these words Ithe young blockhead back I got into e and waited some time, and as he did not come I drove to the theatre and chanced to find myself in the same box as Madame Valville She informed me that she had left the boards, and was kept by the Marquis the Brunel
”I congratulate you, and wish you good luck”
”I hope you will come to supper at my house”
”I should be only too happy, but unfortunately I have an engageive , I slipped into her hand a rouleau, it being the fifty louis I owed her
”What is this?”
”The ”
”This is neither the time nor the place to return it I will only take it at my own house, so please do not insist”
I put the ave me her address, and I left her I felt too sad to visit her alone
Two days later, as I was at table withRussians who to paint, I was told that a Chevalier of St Louis wanted to speak to me in the antecha any preface I opened the docu ordered me to leave Paris in twenty-four hours and his realned was: ”It is our good pleasure”
CHAPTER III
My Departure From Paris--My Journey to Madrid--The Count of Aranda--The Prince de la Catolica--The Duke of Lossada-- Mengs--A Ball--Madanazia
”Well, chevalier,” I said, ”I have read the little note, and I will try and oblige his et away in twenty-four hours, his majesty must work his dread will on me”
”My dear sir, the twenty-four hours are a ive o at your convenience All I ask of you is that you give o to the theatres or public places of aive you my ith pleasure”