Volume VI Part 28 (2/2)

”She can't do that, but she does not let a day pass without co some expensive act of folly”

I felt curious to knooed for the end of the bull fight, little thinking in what trouble this new acquaintance would involve ot into her carriage drawn by six hted if I would breakfast with her at nine o'clock on the following day

I promised to come, and I kept my word

Her house was just outside the toalls, and was a very large building It was richly and tastefully furnished, and was surrounded by an enor that struck me was the number of the lackeys and the richness of their liveries, and thein all directions

As I advanced I heard an i so an astonished-looking e table covered with stuffs and laces

”Excuse me,” said she, ”but this fool of a Spaniard wants to persuade me that this lace is really handsoh I privately thought it lace of the finest quality, I did not care to contradict her, and so replied that I was no judge

”Madam,” said the tradesman, ”if you do not like the lace, leave it; will you keep the stuffs?”

”Yes,” she replied; ”and as for the lace, I will shew you that it is not the irl took up a pair of scissors and cut the lace into fragments

”What a pity!” said the ht

”People will say that you have gone off your head”

”Be silent, you pi her words with a sturdy box on the ear

The felloent off, calling her stru to the Spaniard, she told him to make out his account directly

The ed hith of his bill

She took up the account and placed her initials at the botto to look at the iteo Valencia; he will pay you immediately”

As soon as ere alone the chocolate was served, and she sent a e to the fellohose ears she had boxed to come to breakfast directly

”You needn't be surprised athim,” she said ”He's a rascal whom Ricla has placed in my house to spy out my actions, and I treat him as you have seen, so that he ht I ; such a woman seemed to me beyond the limits of the possible

The poor wretch, who cana and was a musician by profession, came and sat doith us without a word His name was Molinari

As soon as he had finished his breakfast he left the roo about Spain, Italy, and Portugal, where she had onzi

”My father,” she said, ”was the famous charlatan Pelandi; you may have known him at Venice”