“And so you condemn yourself to bread and water.  Truly a wise proceeding!  Do you know the reason of your imprisonment?”

“Yes, sir, and I will endeavour in a few words to inform you of it.”

“My name is Squaldo Nobili.  My father was a countryman who had me taught reading and writing, and at his death left me his cottage and the small patch of ground belonging to it.  I lived in Friuli, about a day’s journey from the Marshes of Udine.  As a torrent called Corno often damaged my little property, I determined to sell it and to set up in Venice, which I did ten years ago.  I brought with me eight thousand livres in fair sequins, and knowing that in this happy commonwealth all men enjoyed the blessings of liberty, I believed that by utilizing my capital I might make a little income, and I began to lend money, on security.  Relying on my thrift, my judgment, and my, knowledge of the world, I chose this business in preference to all others.  I rented a small house in the neighbourhood of the Royal Canal, and having furnished it I lived there in comfort by myself; and in the course of two years I found I had made a profit of ten thousand livres, though I had expended two thousand on household expenses as I wished to live in comfort.  In this fashion I saw myself in a fair way of making a respectable fortune in time; but one, day, having lent a Jew two sequins upon some books, I found one amongst them called ‘La Sagesse,’ by Charron.  It was then I found out how good a thing it is to be able to read, for this book, which you, sir, may not have read, contains all that a man need know—­purging him of all the prejudices of his childhood.  With Charron good-bye to hell and all the empty terrors of a future life; one’s eyes are opened, one knows the way to bliss, one becomes wise indeed.  Do you, sir, get this book, and pay no heed to those foolish persons who would tell you this treasure is not to be approached.”

This curious discourse made me know my man.  As to Charron, I had read the book though I did not know it had been translated into Italian.  The author who was a great admirer of Montaigne thought to surpass his model, but toiled in vain.  He is not much read despite the prohibition to read his works, which should have given them some popularity.  He had the impudence to give his book the title of one of Solomon’s treatises—­a circumstance which does not say much for his modesty.  My companion went on as follows: 

“Set free by Charron from any scruples I still might have, and from those false ideas so hard to rid one’s self of, I pushed my business in such sort, that at the end of six years I could lay my hand on ten thousand sequins.  There is no need for you to be astonished at that, as in this wealthy city gambling, debauchery, and idleness set all the world awry and in continual need of money; so do the wise gather what the fool drops.