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Florence To Trieste
Madame Denis--Dedini--Zanovitch--Zen--I Am Obliged to Leave--I Arrive at Bologna--
General Albergati
Without speaking at any length I asked the young grand duke to give me an asylum in his
dominions for as long as I might care to stay. I anticipated any questions he might have
asked by telling him the reasons which had made me an exile from my native land.
"As to my necessities," I added, "I shall ask for help of no one; I have sufficient funds to
ensure my independence. I think of devoting the whole of my time to study."
"So long as your conduct is good," he replied, "the laws guarantee your freedom; but I am
glad you have applied to me. Whom do you know in Florence?"
"Ten years ago, my lord, I had some distinguished acquaintances here; but now I propose
to live in retirement, and do not intend renewing any old friendships."
Such was my conversation with the young sovereign, and after his assurances I concluded
that no one would molest me.
My adventures in Tuscany the years before were in all probability forgotten, or almost
forgotten, as the new Government had nothing in common with the old.
After my interview with the grand duke I went to a bookseller's shop and ordered some
books. A gentleman in the shop, hearing me making enquiries about Greek works,
accosted me, and we got on well together. I told him I was working at a translation of the
"Iliad," and in return he informed me that he was making a collection of Greek epigrams,
which he wished to publish in Greek and Italian. I told him I should like to see this work,
whereupon he asked me where I lived. I told him, learnt his name and address, and called
on him the next day. He returned the visit, and we became fast friends, though we never
either walked or ate together.
This worthy Florentine was named (or is named, if he be still alive) Everard de Medici.
I was very comfortable with Allegranti; I had the quiet so necessary to literary labours,
but nevertheless I made up my mind to change my lodging. Magdalena, my landlord's
niece, was so clever and charming, though but a child, that she continually disturbed my
studies. She came into my room, wished me good day, asked me what kind of a night I
had spent, if I wanted anything, and the sight of her grace and beauty and the sound of
her voice so ravished me, that I determined to seek safety in flight.
A few years later Magdalena became a famous musician.