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Complete Memoirs of Casanova
Jacques Casanova de Seingalt
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I Meet the Venetian Ambassadors at Lyons, and also Marcoline's Uncle--I Part from
Marcoline and Set Out for Paris--An Amorous Journey
Thus freed from the cares which the dreadful slanders of Possano had caused me, I gave
myself up to the enjoyment of my fair Venetian, doing all in my power to increase her
happiness, as if I had had a premonition that we should soon be separated from one
The day after the supper I gave to Madame Pernon and M. Bono, we went to the theatre
together, and in the box opposite to us I saw M. Querini, the procurator, Morosini, M.
Memmo, and Count Stratico, a Professor of the University of Padua. I knew all these
gentlemen; they had been in London, and were passing through Lyons on their return to
"Farewell, fair Marcoline!" I said to myself, feeling quite broken-hearted, but I remained
calm, and said nothing to her. She did not notice them as she was absorbed in her
conversation with M. Bono, and besides, she did not know them by sight. I saw that M.
Memmo had seen me and was telling the procurator of my presence, and as I knew the
latter very well I felt bound to pay them my respects then and there.
Querini received me very politely for a devotee, as also did Morosini, while Memmo
seemed moved; but no doubt he remembered that it was chiefly due to his mother that I
had been imprisoned eight years ago. I congratulated the gentlemen on their embassy to
England, on their return to their native land, and for form's sake commended myself to
their good offices to enable me to return also. M. Morosini, noticing the richness of my
dress and my general appearance of prosperity, said that while I had to stay away he had
to return, and that he considered me the luckier man.
"Your excellency is well aware," said I, "that nothing is sweeter than forbidden fruit."
He smiled, and asked me whither I went and whence I came.
"I come from Rome," I answered, "where I had some converse with the Holy Father,
whom I knew before, and I am going through Paris on my way to London.
"Call on me here, if you have time, I have a little commission to give you."
"I shall always have time to serve your excellency in. Are you stopping here for long?"
"Three or four days."