The nearest house was in Pall Mall and we went to see it.  An old woman opened the door to us, and shewed us the ground floor and the three floors above.  Each floor contained two rooms and a closet.  Everything shone with cleanliness; linen, furniture, carpets, mirrors, and china, and even the bells and the bolts on the doors.  The necessary linen was kept in a large press, and in another was the silver plate and several sets of china.  The arrangements in the kitchen were excellent, and in a word, nothing was lacking in the way of comfort.  The rent was twenty guineas a week, and, not stopping to bargain, which is never of any use in London, I told Martinelli that I would take it on the spot.

Martinelli translated what I said to the old woman, who told me that if I liked to keep her on as housekeeper I need not have a surety, and that it would only be necessary for me to pay for each week in advance.  I answered that I would do so, but that she must get me a servant who could speak French or Italian as well as English.  She promised to get one in a day’s time, and I paid her for four weeks’ rent on the spot, for which she gave me a receipt under the name of the Chevalier de Seingalt.  This was the name by which I was known during the whole of my stay in London.

Thus in less than two hours I was comfortably settled in a town which is sometimes described as a chaos, especially for a stranger.  But in London everything is easy to him who has money and is not afraid of spending it.  I was delighted to be able to escape so soon from a house where I was welcomed so ill, though I had a right to the best reception; but I was still more pleased at the chance which had made me acquainted with Martinelli, whom I had known by repute for six years.

When I got back Madame Cornelis had not yet arrived, though ten o’clock had struck.  Young Cornelis was asleep on the sofa.  I was enraged at the way the woman treated me, but I resolved to put a good face on it.

Before long three loud knocks announced the arrival of Madame Cornelis in a sedan-chair, and I heard her ascending the stairs.  She came in and seemed glad to see me, but did not come and give me those caresses which I had a right to expect.  She ran to her son and took him on her knee, but the sleepy boy did not respond to her kisses with any great warmth.

“He is very tired, like myself,” said I, “and considering that we are travellers in need of rest you have kept us waiting a long time.”

I do not know whether she would have answered at all, or, if so, what her answer would have been, for just at that moment a servant came in and said that supper was ready.  She rose and did me the honour to take my arm, and we went into another room which I had not seen.  The table was laid for four, and I was curious enough to enquire who was the fourth person.

“It was to have been my daughter, but I left her behind, as when I told her that you and her brother had arrived she asked me if you were well.”