The first piece of news I heard was that a ukase had been issued, ordering the erection of a temple dedicated to God in the Moscoi opposite to the house where I resided.  The empress had entrusted Rinaldi, the architect, with the erection.  He asked her what emblem he should put above the portal, and she replied,—­

“No emblem at all, only the name of God in large letters.”

“I will put a triangle.”

“No triangle at all; but only the name of God in whatever language you like, and nothing more.”

The second piece of news was that Bomback had fled and had been captured at Mitau, where he believed himself in safety.  M. de Simolia had arrested him.  It was a grave case, for he had deserted; however, he was given his life, and sent into barracks at Kamstchatka.  Crevecoeur and his mistress had departed, carrying some money with them, and a Florentine adventurer named Billotti had fled with eighteen thousand roubles belonging to Papanelopulo, but a certain Bori, the worthy Greek’s factotum, had caught him at Mitau and brought him back to St. Petersburg, where he was now in prison.  Prince Charles of Courland arrived about this time, and I hastened to call upon him as soon as he advised me of his coming.  He was lodging in a house belonging to Count Dimidoff, who owned large iron mines, and had made the whole house of iron, from attic to basement.  The prince had brought his mistress with him, but she was still in an ill-humour, and he was beginning to get heartily sick of her.  The man was to be pitied, for he could not get rid of her without finding her a husband, and this husband became more difficult to find every day.  When the prince saw how happy I was with my Zaira, he could not help thinking how easily happiness may be won; but the fatal desire for luxury and empty show spoils all, and renders the very sweets of life as bitter as gall.

I was indeed considered happy, and I liked to appear so, but in my heart I was wretched.  Ever since my imprisonment under The Leads, I had been subject to haemorrhoids, which came on three or four times a year.  At St. Petersburg I had a serious attack, and the daily pain and anxiety embittered my existence.  A vegetarian doctor called Senapios, for whom I had sent, gave me the sad news that I had a blind or incomplete fistula in the rectum, and according to him nothing but the cruel pistoury would give me any relief, and indeed he said I had no time to lose.  I had to agree, in spite of my dislike to the operation; but fortunately the clever surgeon whom the doctor summoned pronounced that if I would have patience nature itself would give me relief.  I had much to endure, especially from the severe dieting to which I was subjected, but which doubtless did me good.

Colonel Melissino asked me to be present at a review which was to take place at three versts from St. Petersburg, and was to be succeeded by a dinner to twenty-four guests, given by General Orloff.  I went with the prince, and saw a cannon fired twenty times in a minute, testing the performance with my watch.