Volume VI Part 37 (1/2)

”It seems that you have never been at a Jesuit se, 'et aliquid pluris'”

This answerto a Jesuit, and as he gave me no answer the topic was abandoned

After dinner I was asked to stay and see 'Polieucte' played; but I excusedBerliner, who told me the story of his sister, and made me acquainted with the character of the society to which the Marquis d'Eguille was chiefly addicted I felt that I could never adapt myself to their prejudices, and if it had not been forpeople, I should have gone on to Marseilles

What with assemblies, balls, suppers, and the society of the handsoed to spend the whole of the carnival and a part of Lent at Aix

I had made a present of a copy of the ”Iliad” to the learned Marquis d'Argens; to his daughter, as also a good scholar, I gave a Latin tragedy

The ”Iliad” had Porphyry's comment; it was a copy of a rare edition, and was richly bound

As the marquis came to Aix to thank me, I had to pay another visit to the country house

In the evening I drove back in an open carriage I had no cloak, and a cold north as blowing; I was perishi+ng with cold, but instead of going to bed at once I accohter of the utirl was only fourteen, she had all the indications of the e, and yet none of the Provencal aht

My friend had already hed at him, as I kneas all a cheat, and I followed hi ih horse, as I had done in siland and Metz

We set to work; and, far froet rid of the troublesome burden

I saw that the difficulty only proceeded froht to have whipped her, as I had done in Venice twenty-five years ago, but I was foolish enough to try to take the citadel by storone

I wearied myself to no purpose for a couple of hours, and then went toPrussian to do his best

I went to bed with a pain in hly ill I had pleurisy My landlord called in an old doctor, who refused to let an to spit blood In six or seven days the malady became so serious that I was confessed and received the last sacra abated for three days, my clever old doctor answered for hteenth day

My convalescence lasted for three weeks, and I found itthan the actual illness, for a hout the whole case I was tended day and night by a strange wo She nursed ive her my sincere thanks

She was not an old wo She had slept inI ell enough to venture out, I thanked her to the best of my ability, and asked who had sent her to me She told me it was the doctor, and so badeprocured me such a capital nurse, but he stared atabout the woman

I was puzzled, and asked e nurse's identity; but she knew nothing, and her ignorance seemed universal I could not discover whence or how she caet all the letters which had been awaiting st them was a letter from my brother in Paris, in answer to the epistle I wrote hied hted he had been to receive it, after hearing the dreadful news that I had been assassinated on the borders of Catalonia at the beginning of January

”The person who gave me the news,” my brother added, ”was one of your best friends, Count Manucci, an attache at the Venetian embassy He said there could be no doubt as to the truth of the report”

This letter was like a flash of lightning to eance so far as to pay assassins to deprive one a little too far

He must have been pretty well qualified to prophesy, as he was so certain ofin advance thehimself as my murderer

I met him at Rome, two years later, and when I would havehe had received the news from Barcelona; however, ill speak of this in its proper place

I dined and supped every day at the table d'hote, and one day I heard the corim who had recently arrived They were Italians, and were returning froh-born folks, as they had distributed large alms on their entry into the town