We all remained for some time dumb with delight.  M. de R. was the first to break the silence by giving me a cordial embrace.  We burst out into mutual excuses, he for having imagined that there might be other Casanovas in Italy, and I for not having ascertained his name.  He made me take pot-luck with him the same day, and we seemed as if we had never parted.  The Republic had given him this employ—­a very lucrative one—­and he was only sorry that it would expire in two years.  He told me he was delighted to be able to be of use to me, and begged me to consider he was wholly at my service.  He was delighted to hear that I should be engaged in seeing my work through the press for three or four months, and seemed vexed when I told him that I could not accept his hospitality more than once a week as my labours would be incessant.

Madame de R——­ could scarcely recover from her surprise.  It was nine years since I had seen her at Soleure, and then I thought her beauty must be at its zenith; but I was wrong, she was still more beautiful and I told her so.  She shewed me her only child, who had been born four years after my departure.  She cherished the child as the apple of her eye, and seemed likely to spoil it; but I heard, a few years ago, that this child is now an amiable and accomplished man.

In a quarter of an hour Madame de R——­ informed me of all that had happened at Soleure since my departure.  Lebel had gone to Besancon, where he lived happily with his charming wife.

She happened to observe in a casual way that I no longer looked as young as I had done at Soleure, and this made me regulate my conduct in a manner I might not otherwise have done.  I did not let her beauty carry me away; I resisted the effect of her charms, and I was content to enjoy her friendship, and to be worthy of the friendship of her good husband.

The work on which I was engaged demanded all my care and attention, and a love affair would have wasted most of my time.

I began work the next morning, and save for an hour’s visit from M. de R——­ I wrote on till nightfall.  The next day I had the first proof-sheet with which I was well enough pleased.

I spent the whole of the next month in my room, working assiduously, and only going out to mass on feast days, to dine with M. de R——­, and to walk with his wife and her child.

At the end of a month my first volume was printed and stitched, and the manuscript of the second volume was ready for the press.  Towards the end of October the printer sent in the entire work in three volumes, and in less than a year the edition was sold out.

My object was not so much to make money as to appease the wrath of the Venetian Inquisitors; I had gone all over Europe, and experienced a violent desire to see my native land once more.