“It was an inspiration, and the result of self-examination.  I am well; I have learned something of life; I am only seventeen, and in the course of two months I have become rich by honest means.  I am all happy, and yet I owe my happiness to the greatest error a maiden can commit.  Thus I humble myself before the decrees, of Providence and adore its wisdom.”

“You are right, but, none the less you ought to repent of what you have done.”

“That’s where I am puzzled; for before I can repent; I must think of it, and when I think of it I find nothing for which to repent.  I suppose I shall have to consult some great theologian on the point.”

“That will not be necessary; you are, intelligent, and your heart is good, and I will give you the necessary instruction on the way.  When one repents there is no need to think of the pleasure which our sins have given us.”

In his character of apostle the good M. Querini was becoming piously amorous of his fair proselyte.  He left the table for a few moments, and when he returned he, told Marcoline that if he had a young lady to take to, Venice he should be obliged to leave her in the care of his housekeeper, Dame Veneranda, in whom he had every confidence.

“I have just been speaking to her; and if you would like to come, all is arranged.  You shall sleep with her, and dine with us till we get to Venice, and then I will deliver, you into your mother’s keeping, in the presence of your uncle.  What do you say?”

“I will come with pleasure:” 

“Come and see Dame Veneranda.”

“Willingly.”

“Come with us, Casanova.”

Dame Veneranda looked a perfect cannoness, and I did not think that Marcoline would fall, in love with her, but she seemed sensible and trustworthy.  M. Querini told her in our presence what he had just told Marcoline, and the duenna assured him that she would take, the utmost care of the young lady.  Marcoline kissed her and called her mother, thus gaining the old lady’s, good graces.  We rejoined, the company, who expressed to Marcoline their intense pleasure at having her for a companion on their journey.

“I shall have to put my steward in another carriage,” said M. Querini, “as the calash only holds two.”

“That will not be necessary,” I remarked, “for Marcoline has her carriage, and Mistress Veneranda will find it a very comfortable one.  It will hold her luggage as well.”

“You, want to give me your carriage,” said Marcoline.  “You are too good to me”

I could made no reply, my emotion was so great.  I turned aside and wiped, away my tears.  Returning to the company, I found that Marcoline had vanished and M. Morosini, who, was also much affected told me she had gome, to speak to Mistress Veneranda.  Everybody was melancholy, and seeing that I was the cause I began to talk about England, where I hoped to make my fortune with a project of mine, the success of which only depended on Lord Egremont.  M. de Morosini said he would give me a letter for Lord Egremont and another for M. Zuccata, the Venetian ambassador.