“I have given orders to my messenger to go to your convent at once, so that my letter can be delivered to you as soon as you wake in the morning.  He would never have discovered me, if my good angel had not made me go up to him at the door of the opera-house.  But I shall not require his services any more; do not answer me, and receive all the devotion of a heart which adores you.”

When my letter was finished, I called my Forlanese, gave him one sequin, and I made him promise me to go to Muran immediately, and to deliver my letter only to the nun herself.  As soon as he had gone I threw myself on my bed, but anxiety and burning impatience would not allow me to sleep.

I need not tell the reader who knows the state of excitement under which I was labouring, that I was punctual in presenting myself at the convent.  I was shewn into the small parlour where I had seen her for the first time, and she almost immediately made her entrance.  As soon as I saw her near the grating I fell on my knees, but she entreated me to rise at once as I might be seen.  Her face was flushed with excitement, and her looks seemed to me heavenly.  She sat down, and I took a seat opposite to her.  We remained several minutes motionless, gazing at each other without speaking, but I broke the silence by asking her, in a voice full of love and anxiety, whether I could hope to obtain my pardon.  She gave me her beautiful hand through the grating, and I covered it with tears and kisses.

“Our acquaintance,” she said, “has begun with a violent storm; let us hope that we shall now enjoy it long in perfect and lasting calm.  This is the first time that we speak to one another, but what has occurred must be enough to give us a thorough knowledge of each other.  I trust that our intimacy will be as tender as sincere, and that we shall know how to have a mutual indulgence for our faults.”

“Can such an angel as you have any?”

“Ah, my friend! who is without them?”

“When shall I have the happiness of convincing you of my devotion with complete freedom and in all the joy of my heart?”

“We will take supper together at my casino whenever you please, provided you give me notice two days beforehand; or I will go and sup with you in Venice, if it will not disturb your arrangements.”

“It would only increase my happiness.  I think it right to tell you that I am in very easy circumstances, and that, far from fearing expense, I delight in it:  all I possess belongs to the woman I love.”

“That confidence, my dear friend, is very agreeable to me, the more so that I have likewise to tell you that I am very rich, and that I could not refuse anything to my lover.”

“But you must have a lover?”

“Yes; it is through him that I am rich, and he is entirely my master.  I never conceal anything from him.  The day after to-morrow, when I am alone with you, I will tell you more.”