“I will willingly assist you in this arrangement.  I will sell the dress to the marquis as soon as you please, but I won’t lend you the money.  I’ll give it to you in the person of your wife at a private interview; but when she receives me she must not only be polite and complaisant, but as gentle as a lamb.  Go and see if it can be arranged, my dear count; ’tis absolutely my last word.”

“I will see,” said the poor husband; and with that he went out.

Barbaro kept his appointment with exactitude.  I made him get into my carriage, and we alighted at a house at the end of Milan.  We went to the first floor, and there I was introduced to a fine-looking old man, an amiable lady of pleasing appearance, and then to two charming cousins.  He introduced me as a Venetian gentleman in disgrace with the State Inquisitors, like himself, adding, that as I was a rich bachelor their good or ill favour made no difference to me.

He said I was rich, and I looked like it.  My luxury of attire was dazzling:  My rings, my snuff-boxes, my chains, my diamonds, my jewelled cross hanging on my breast-all gave me the air of an important personage.  The cross belonged to the Order of the Spur the Pope had given me, but as I had carefully taken the spur away it was not known to what order I belonged.  Those who might be curious did not dare to ask me, for one can no more enquire of a knight what order he belongs to, than one can say to a lady how old are you?  I wore it till 1785, when the Prince Palatine of Russia told me in private that I would do well to get rid of the thing.

“It only serves to dazzle fools,” said he, “and here you have none such to deal with.”

I followed his advice, for he was a man of profound intelligence.  Nevertheless, he removed the corner-stone of the kingdom of Poland.  He ruined it by the same means by which he had made it greater.

The old man to whom Barbaro presented me was a marquis.  He told me that he knew Venice, and as I was not a patrician I could live as pleasantly anywhere else.  He told me to consider his house and all he possessed as mine.

The two young marchionesses had enchanted me; they were almost ideal beauties.  I longed to enquire about them of some good authority, for I did not put much faith in Barbaro.

In half an hour the visitors commenced to come on foot and in carriages.  Among the arrivals were several pretty and well-dressed girls, and numerous smart young men all vying with each other in their eagerness to pay court to the two cousins.  There were twenty of us in all.  We sat round a large table, and began to play a game called bankruptcy.  After amusing myself for a couple of hours in losing sequins, I went out with Barbaro to the opera.

“The two young ladies are two incarnate angels,” I said to my countryman.  “I shall pay my duty to them, and shall find out in a few days whether they are for me.  As for the gaming speculation, I will lend you two hundred sequins; but I don’t want to lose the money, so you must give me good security.”