being, but also in order not to prove myself shamefully ungrateful towards a man who had granted me unheard-of privileges.  Nevertheless, the consequence of it all was likely to be some coolness in my feelings towards both my mistresses.  M——­ M——­ had become conscious of this after she had returned to the convent, and wishing to screen herself from all responsibility she had lost no time in writing to me that she would cause the projected supper to be abandoned, in case I should disapprove of it, but she knew very well that I would not accept her offer.  Self-love is a stronger passion even than jealousy; it does not allow a man who has some pretension to wit to shew himself jealous, particularly towards a person who is not tainted by that base passion, and has proved it.

The next day, having gone early to the casino, I found the ambassador already there, and he welcomed me in the most friendly manner.  He told me that, if he had known me in Paris he would have introduced me at the court, where I should certainly have made my fortune.  Now, when I think of that, I say to myself, “That might have been the case, but of what good would it have been to me?” Perhaps I should have fallen a victim of the Revolution, like so many others.  M. de Bernis himself would have been one of those victims if Fate had not allowed him to die in Rome in 1794.  He died there unhappy, although wealthy, unless his feelings had undergone a complete change before his death, and I do not believe it.

I asked him whether he liked Venice, and he answered that he could not do otherwise than like that city, in which he enjoyed excellent health, and in which, with plenty of money, life could be enjoyed better than anywhere else.

“But I do not expect,” he added, “to be allowed to keep this embassy very long.  Be kind enough to let that remain between us.  I do not wish to make M——­ M——­ unhappy.”

We were conversing in all confidence when M——­ M——­ arrived with her young friend, who showed her surprise at seeing another man with me, but I encouraged her by the most tender welcome; and she recovered all her composure when she saw the delight of the stranger at being answered by her in good French.  It gave us both an opportunity of paying the warmest compliments to the mistress who had taught her so well.

C——­ C——­ was truly charming; her looks, bright and modest at the same time, seemed to say to me, “You must belong to me:”  I wished to see her shine before our friends; and I contrived to conquer a cowardly feeling of jealousy which, in spite of myself, was beginning to get hold of me.  I took care to make her talk on such subjects as I knew to be familiar to her.  I developed her natural intelligence, and had the satisfaction of seeing her admired.

Applauded, flattered, animated by the satisfaction she could read in my eyes, C——­ C——­ appeared a prodigy to M. de Bernis, and, oh! what a contradiction of the human heart!  I was pleased, yet I trembled lest he should fall in love with her!  What an enigma!  I was intent myself upon a work which would have caused me to murder any man who dared to undertake it.