After the two ladies had gone the duke said, “Now we must part, unless you are fond of games of chance.”

“I don’t object to them when I am to play with good hands.”

“Then follow me; ten or twelve of my friends will play faro, and then sit down to a cold collation, but I warn you it is a secret, as gaming is forbidden.  I will answer for you keeping your own counsel, however.”

“You may do so.”

He took me to the Duke de Monte Leone’s.  We went up to the third floor, passed through a dozen rooms, and at last reached the gamester’s chamber.  A polite-looking banker, with a bank of about four hundred sequins, had the cards in his hands.  The duke introduced me as his friend, and made me sit beside him.  I was going to draw out my purse, but I was told that debts were not paid for twenty-four hours after they were due.  The banker gave me a pack of cards, with a little basket containing a thousand counters.  I told the company that I should consider each counter as a Naples ducat.  In less than two hours my basket was empty.  I stopped playing and proceeded to enjoy my supper.  It was arranged in the Neapolitan style, and consisted of an enormous dish of macaroni and ten or twelve different kinds of shellfish which are plentiful on the Neapolitan coasts.  When we left I took care not to give the duke time to condole with me on my loss, but began to talk to him about his delicious Leonilda.

Early next day he sent a page to my room to tell me that if I wanted to come with him and kiss the king’s hand I must put on my gala dress.  I put on a suit of rose-coloured velvet, with gold spangles, and I had the great honour of kissing a small hand, covered with chilblains, belonging to a boy of nine.  The Prince de St. Nicander brought up the young king to the best of his ability, but he was naturally a kindly, just, and generous monarch; if he had had more dignity he would have been an ideal king; but he was too unceremonious, and that, I think, is a defect in one destined to rule others.

I had the honour of sitting next the duchess at dinner, and she deigned to say that she had never seen a finer dress.  “That’s my way,” I said, “of distracting attention from my face and figure.”  She smiled, and her politeness to me during my stay were almost limited to these few words.

When we left the table the duke took me to the apartment occupied by his uncle, Don Lelio, who recognized me directly.  I kissed the venerable old man’s hand, and begged him to pardon me for the freaks of my youth.  “It’s eighteen years ago,” said he, “since I chose M. Casanova as the companion of your studies” I delighted him by giving him a brief account of my adventures in Rome with Cardinal Acquaviva.  As we went out, he begged me to come and see him often.

Towards the evening the duke said,—­

“If you go to the Opera Buffa you will please Leonilda.”

He gave me the number of her box, and added,—­