I played for small stakes and won a few roubles.  I made friends with Baron Lefort at supper, and he afterwards told me of the vicissitudes he had experienced.

As I was praising the noble calmness with which a certain prince had lost a thousand roubles to him, he laughed and said that the fine gamester I had mentioned played upon credit but never paid.

“How about his honour?”

“It is not affected by the non-payment of gaming debts.  It is an understood thing in Russia that one who plays on credit and loses may pay or not pay as he wishes, and the winner only makes himself ridiculous by reminding the loser of his debt.”

“Then the holder of the bank has the right to refuse to accept bets which are not backed by ready money.”

“Certainly; and nobody has a right to be offended with him for doing so.  Gaming is in a very bad state in Russia.  I know young men of the highest rank whose chief boast is that they know how to conquer fortune; that is, to cheat.  One of the Matuschkins goes so far as to challenge all foreign cheats to master him.  He has just received permission to travel for three years, and it is an open secret that he wishes to travel that he may exercise his skill.  He intends returning to Russia laden with the spoils of the dupes he has made.”

A young officer of the guards named Zinowieff, a relation of the Orloffs, whom I had met at Melissino’s, introduced me to Macartney, the English ambassador, a young man of parts and fond of pleasure.  He had fallen in love with a young lady of the Chitroff family, and maid of honour to the empress, and finding his affection reciprocated a baby was the result.  The empress disapproved strongly of this piece of English freedom, and had the ambassador recalled, though she forgave her maid of honour.  This forgiveness was attributed to the young lady’s skill in dancing.  I knew the brother of this lady, a fine and intelligent young officer.  I had the good fortune to be admitted to the Court, and there I had the pleasure of seeing Mdlle.  Chitroff dancing, and also Mdlle.  Sievers, now Princesss, whom I saw again at Dresden four years ago with her daughter, an extremely genteel young princess.  I was enchanted with Mdlle.  Sievers, and felt quite in love with her; but as we were never introduced I had no opportunity of declaring my passion.  Putini, the castrato, was high in her favour, as indeed he deserved to be, both for his talents and the beauties of his person.

The worthy Papanelopulo introduced me to Alsuwieff, one of the ministers, a man of wit and letters, and only one of the kind whom I met in Russia.  He had been an industrious student at the University of Upsala, and loved wine, women, and good cheer.  He asked me to dine with Locatelli at Catherinhoff, one of the imperial mansions, which the empress had assigned to the old theatrical manager for the remainder of his days.  He was astonished to see me, and I was more astonished still to find that he had turned taverner, for he gave an excellent dinner every day to all who cared to pay a rouble, exclusive of wine.  M. d’Alsuwieff introduced me to his colleague in the ministry, Teploff, whose vice was that he loved boys, and his virtue that he had strangled Peter III.