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Old Age and Death The Memoirs Of Jacques Casanova De Seingalt ...

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"With great pleasure, I reply to the three dear letters which you wrote<br />

me from Spa: the first of the 6th August, from which I learned that your<br />

departure had been delayed for some days to wait for someone who was to<br />

arrive in that city. I was happy that your appetite had returned, because<br />

good cheer is your greatest pleasure . . . .<br />

"In your second letter which you wrote me from Spa on the 16th August, I<br />

noted with sorrow that your affairs were not going as you wished. But<br />

console yourself, dear friend, for happiness will come after trouble; at<br />

least, I wish it so, also, for you yourself can imagine in what need I<br />

find myself, I <strong>and</strong> all my family . . . . I have no work, because I have<br />

not the courage to ask it of anyone. My mother has not earned even enough<br />

to pay for the gold thread with the little cross which you know I love.<br />

Necessity made me sell it.<br />

"I received your last letter of the 20th August from Spa with another<br />

letter for S. E. the Procurator Morosini. You directed me to take it to<br />

him myself, <strong>and</strong> on Sunday the last day of August, I did not fail to go<br />

there exactly at three o'clock. At once on my arrival, I spoke to a<br />

servant who admitted me without delay; but, my dear friend, I regret<br />

having to send you an unpleasant message. As soon as I h<strong>and</strong>ed him the<br />

letter, <strong>and</strong> before he even opened it, he said to me, 'I always know<br />

<strong>Casanova</strong>'s affairs which trouble me.' After having read hardly more than<br />

a page, he said: 'I know not what to do!' I told him that, on the 6th of<br />

this month, I was to write you at Paris <strong>and</strong> that, if he would do me the<br />

honor of giving me his reply, I would put it in my letter. Imagine what<br />

answer he gave me! I was much surprised! He told me that I should wish<br />

you happiness but that he would not write to you again. He said no more.<br />

I kissed his h<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> left. He did not give me even a sou. That is all<br />

he said to me . . . .

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