28th April 1784.  “I see, to my lively regret, that you have been in bed with your usual ailment [hemorrhoids].  But I am pleased to know that you are better.  You certainly should go to the baths . . . .  I have been discouraged in seeing that you have not come to Venice because you have no money ....  P. S. Just at this moment I have received a good letter, enclosing a bill of exchange, which I will go and have paid . . . .”

5th May 1784.  “I went to the house of M. Francesco Manenti, at S. Polo di Campo, with my bill of exchange, and he gave me at once eighteen pieces of ten lires each . . . .  I figure that you made fun of me saying seriously that you will go up in a balloon and that, if the wind is favorable, you will go in the air to Trieste and then from Trieste to Venice.”

19th May 1784.  “I see, to my great regret, that you are in poor health and still short of money ....  You say that you need twenty sequins and that you have only twenty trari . . . .  I hope that your book is printed. . . .”

29th May 1784.  “I note with pleasure that you are going to take the baths; but I regret that this treatment enfeebles and depresses you.  It reassures me that you do not fail in your appetite nor your sleep....  I hope I will not hear you say again that you are disgusted with everything, and no longer in love with life . . . .  I see that for you, at this moment, fortune sleeps . . . .  I am not surprised that everything is so dear in the city where you are, for at Venice also one pays dearly and everything is priced beyond reach.”

Zaguri wrote Casanova the 12th May, that he had met Francesca in the Mongolfieri casino.  And on the 2nd June Casanova, doubtless feeling his helplessness in the matter of money, and the insufficiency of his occasional remittances, and suspicious of Francesca’s loyalty, wrote her a letter of renunciation.  Then came her news of the sale of his books; and eighteen months passed before he wrote to her again.

On the 12th June 1784, Francesca replied:  “I could not expect to convey to you, nor could you figure, the sorrow that tries me in seeing that you will not occupy yourself any more with me . . . .  I hid from you that I had been with that woman who lived with us, with her companion, the cashier of the Academie des Mongolfceristes.  Although I went to this Academy with prudence and dignity, I did not want to write you for fear you would scold me.  That is the only reason, and hereafter you may be certain of my sincerity and frankness. . . .  I beg you to forgive me this time, if I write you something I have never written for fear that you would be angry with me because I had not told you.  Know then that four months ago, your books which were on the mezzanine were sold to a library for the sum of fifty lires, when we were in urgent need.  It was my mother who did it. . . .”

26th June 1784. “. . .  Mme. Zenobia [de Monti] has asked me if I would enjoy her company.  Certain that you would consent I have allowed her to come and live with me.  She has sympathy for me and has always loved me.”