Poor Poinsinet came to see me in a pitiable condition; he had only his shirt and overcoat.  He had been despoiled of everything, and threatened with imprisonment.  “I haven’t a farthing,” said the poor child of the muses, “I have only the shirt on my back.  I know nobody here, and I think I shall go and throw myself into the Tiber.”

He was destined, not to be drowned in the Tiber but in the Guadalquivir.  I calmed him by offering to take him to Florence with me, but I warned him that I must leave him there, as someone was expecting me at Florence.  He immediately took up his abode with me, and wrote verses incessantly till it was time to go.

My brother Jean made me a present of an onyx of great beauty.  It was a cameo, representing Venus bathing, and a genuine antique, as the name of the artist, Sostrates, was cut on the stone.  Two years later I sold it to Dr. Masti, at London, for three hundred pounds, and it is possibly still in the British Museum.

I went my way with Poinsinet who amused me, in spite of his sadness, with his droll fancies.  In two days I got down at Dr. Vannini’s, who tried to conceal his surprise at seeing me.  I lost no time, but waited on Sir——­ Mann immediately, and found him sitting at table.  He gave me a very friendly reception, but he seemed alarmed when, in reply to his question, I told him that my dispute with the auditor had not been arranged.  He told me plainly that he thought I had made a mistake in returning to Florence, and that he would be compromised by my staying with him.  I pointed out that I was only passing through Florence.

“That’s all very well,” said he, “but you know you ought to call on the auditor.”

I promised to do so, and returned to my lodging.  I had scarcely shut the door, when an agent of police came and told me that the auditor had something to say to me, and would be glad to see me at an early hour next morning.

I was enraged at this order, and determined to start forthwith rather than obey.  Full of this idea I called on Therese and found she was at Pisa.  I then went to see the Corticelli, who threw her arms round my neck, and made use of the Bolognese grimaces appropriate to the occasion.  To speak the truth, although the girl was pretty, her chief merit in my eyes was that she made me laugh.

I gave some money to her mother to get us a good supper, and I took the girl out on pretence of going for a walk.  I went with her to my lodging, and left her with Poinsinet, and going to another room I summoned Costa and Vannini.  I told Costa in Vannini’s presence to go on with Le Duc and my luggage the following day, and to call for me at the “Pilgrim” at Bologna.  I gave Vannini my instructions, and he left the room; and then I ordered Costa to leave Florence with Signora Laura and her son, and to tell them that I and the daughter were on in front.  Le Duc received similar orders, and calling Poinsinet I gave him ten Louis, and begged him to look out for some other lodging that very evening.  The worthy but unfortunate young man wept grateful tears, and told me that he would set out for Parma on foot next day, and that there M. Tillot would do some, thing for him.