Her reception fairly overwhelmed me with happiness, and on leaving her house I went to Major Maroli to find out the state of my finances.  I was glad to hear that after my escape he had no longer considered me a partner in the faro bank.  I took four hundred sequins from the cashier, reserving the right to become again a partner, should circumstances prove at any time favourable.

In the evening I made a careful toilet, and called for the Adjutant Minolto in order to pay with him a visit to Madame Sagredo, the general’s favourite.  With the exception of Madame F——­ she was the greatest beauty of Corfu.  My visit surprised her, because, as she had been the cause of all that had happened, she was very far from expecting it.  She imagined that I had a spite against her.  I undeceived her, speaking to her very candidly, and she treated me most kindly, inviting me to come now and then to spend the evening at her house.

But I neither accepted nor refused her amiable invitation, knowing that Madame F——­ disliked her; and how could I be a frequent guest at her house with such a knowledge!  Besides, Madame Sagredo was very fond of gambling, and, to please her, it was necessary either to lose or make her win, but to accept such conditions one must be in love with the lady or wish to make her conquest, and I had not the slightest idea of either.  The Adjutant Minolto never played, but he had captivated the lady’s good graces by his services in the character of Mercury.

When I returned to the palace I found Madame F——­ alone, M. D——­ R——­ being engaged with his correspondence.  She asked me to sit near her, and to tell her all my adventures in Constantinople.  I did so, and I had no occasion to repent it.  My meeting with Yusuf’s wife pleased her extremely, but the bathing scene by moonlight made her blush with excitement.  I veiled as much as I could the too brilliant colours of my picture, but, if she did not find me clear, she would oblige me to be more explicit, and if I made myself better understood by giving to my recital a touch of voluptuousness which I borrowed from her looks more than from my recollection, she would scold me and tell me that I might have disguised a little more.  I felt that the way she was talking would give her a liking for me, and I was satisfied that the man who can give birth to amorous desires is easily called upon to gratify them it was the reward I was ardently longing for, and I dared to hope it would be mine, although I could see it only looming in the distance.

It happened that, on that day, M. D——­ R——­ had invited a large company to supper.  I had, as a matter of course, to engross all conversation, and to give the fullest particulars of all that had taken place from the moment I received the order to place myself under arrest up to the time of my release from the ‘bastarda’.  M. Foscari was seated next to me, and the last part of my narrative was not, I suppose, particularly agreeable to him.