By this time the baroness was ready, and she welcomed me very kindly; but I said I could not accept her invitation to dine with her the following day, as I was leaving at day-break.  I replied to all the questions that a fond mother makes concerning her son, and then took leave of the worthy lady.  As I went out I noticed that the would-be governess had disappeared.  The rest of the day I spent with the canon, making good cheer, playing ombre, drinking hard, and talking about girls or literature.  The next day my carriage came to the door at the time I had arranged, and I went off without thinking of the girl I had met at the baroness’s.  But we had not gone two hundred paces when the postillion stopped, a bundle of linen whirled through the window into the carriage, and the governess got in.  I gave her a hearty welcome by embracing her, and made her sit down beside me, and so we drove off.

In the ensuing chapter the reader will become more fully acquainted with my fresh conquest.  In the meantime let him imagine me rolling peacefully along the Dresden road.

CHAPTER XXIII

My Arrival at Dresden with Maton—­She Makes Me a Present—­Leipzig—­Castelbajac—­Schwerin—­Return to Dresden and Departure—­I Arrive at Vienna—­Pocchini’s Vengeance

When I saw myself in the carriage with this pretty girl, who had fallen on me as if from the clouds, I imagined I was intended to shape her destiny.  Her tutelary genius must have placed her in my hands, for I felt inclined to do her all the good that lay in my power.  But for myself; was it a piece of good or ill luck for me?  I formed the question, but felt that time alone could give the answer.  I knew that I was still living in my old style, while I was beginning to feel that I was no longer a young man.

I was sure that my new companion could not have abandoned herself to me in this manner, without having made up her mind to be complaisant; but this was not enough for me, it was my humour to be loved.  This was my chief aim, everything else was only fleeting enjoyment, and as I had not had a love affair since I parted with Zaira, I hoped most fervently that the present adventure would prove to be one.

Before long I learnt that my companion’s name was Maton; this at least was her surname, and I did not feel any curiosity to know the name of the he or she saint whom her godmothers had constituted her patron at the baptismal font.  I asked her if she could write French as well as she spoke it, and she shewed me a letter by way of sample.  It assured me that she had received an excellent education, and this fact increased my pleasure in the conquest I had made.  She said she had left Breslau without telling her aunt or her cousin that she was going, perhaps never to return.

“How about your belongings?”

“Belongings?  They were not worth the trouble of gathering together.  All I have is included in that small package, which contains a chemise, a pair of stockings, some handkerchiefs, and a few nicknacks.”