“You may be sure,” I said, “that you will never see me here again.  The books will cover your expenditure of two sequins.  As to this rascal, I am delighted, as he cannot muster sufficient courage to come with me.  He would be in the way, and the fellow is not worthy of sharing with Father Balbi and myself the honours of so brave a flight.”

“That’s true,” said the count, “provided that he does not congratulate himself to-morrow.”

I asked the count to give me pens, ink, and paper, which he possessed in spite of the regulations to the contrary, for such prohibitions were nothing to Lawrence, who would have sold St. Mark himself for a crown.  I then wrote the following letter, which I gave to Soradaci, not being able to read it over, as I had written it in the dark.  I began by a fine heading, which I wrote in Latin, and which in English would run thus: 

“‘I shall not die, but live and declare the works of the Lord.’”

“Our lords of state are bound to do all in their power to keep a prisoner under the Leads, and on the other hand the prisoner, who is fortunately not on parole, is bound also to make his escape.  Their right to act thus is founded on justice, while the prisoner follows the voice of nature; and since they have not asked him whether he will be put in prison, so he ought not to ask them leave to escape.

“Jacques Casanova, writing in the bitterness of his heart, knows that he may have the ill luck to be recaptured before he succeeds in leaving the Venetian territory and escaping to a friendly state; but if so, he appeals to the humanity of the judges not to add to the misery of the condition from which, yielding to the voice of nature, he is endeavouring to escape.  He begs them, if he be taken, to return him whatever may be in his cell, but if he succeed he gives the whole to Francis Soradaci, who is still a captive for want of courage to escape, not like me preferring liberty to life.  Casanova entreats their excellencies not to refuse the poor wretch this gift.  Dated an hour before midnight, in the cell of Count Asquin, on October 31st, 1756.”

I warned Soradaci not to give this letter to Lawrence, but to the secretary in person, who, no doubt, would interrogate him if he did not go himself to the cell, which was the more likely course.  The count said my letter was perfect, but that he would give me back all my books if I returned.  The fool said he wished to see me again to prove that he would return everything gladly.

But our time was come.  The moon had set.  I hung the half of the ropes by Father Balbi’s neck on one side and his clothes on the other.  I did the same to myself, and with our hats on and our coats off we went to the opening.

     E quindi uscimmo a rimirar le stelle.—­Dante.

CHAPTER XXX

The Escape I Nearly Lose My Life on the Roof I Get out of the Ducal Palace, Take a Boat, and Reach the Mainland—­Danger to Which I Am Exposed by Father Balbi—­My Scheme for Ridding Myself of Him