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Leigh's losing a large sum of money, humiliated by my flight from London, indignant with Jarbe, and angry at being obliged to abandon my Portuguese project, I got into a post-chaise with Daturi, not knowing where to turn or where to go, or whether I had many more weeks to live. I had written to Venice asking M. de Bragadin to send the sum I have mentioned to Brussels instead of London.
My Cure Daturi is Beaten by Some Soldiers I Leave Wesel for Brunswick Redegonde Brunswick The Hereditary Prince The Jew My Stay at Wolfen-Buttel The Library Berlin Calsabigi and the Berlin Lottery Mdlle. Belanger At Supper-time, the doctor, his mother, and one of his sisters came to see me.
Some of these considerations will be found in my translation of the "Iliad," the rest are still in manuscript, and will probably never see the light. However, I burn nothing, not even these Memoirs, though I often think of doing so, but the time never comes. At the end of the week I returned to the same inn at Brunswick which I had occupied before, and let my godson Daturi know of my arrival.
I promised to come and see her often. The next morning I received a letter through the post, written in bad Italian, and signed, "Your obedient godson, Daturi." This godson of mine was in prison for debt, and begged me to give him a few shillings to buy some food.
Augusta Becomes Lord Pembroke's Titular Mistress The King of Corsica's Son M. du Claude, or the Jesuit Lavalette Departure of the Hanoverians I Balance My Accounts The Baron Stenau The English Girl, and What She Gave Me Daturi My Flight from London Comte St. Germain Wesel
He took his leave to go and make my room ready, and told me to come in an hour's time. I went to his house in a sedan-chair, and held a handkerchief before my face, as I was ashamed that the young doctor's mother and sisters should see me in the state I was in. As soon as I got to my room, Daturi undressed me and I went to bed.
My Cure Daturi is Beaten by Some Soldiers I Leave Wesel for Brunswick Redegonde Brunswick The Hereditary Prince The Jew My Stay at Wolfen-Buttel The Library Berlin Calsabigi and the Berlin Lottery Mdlle. Belanger At Supper-time, the doctor, his mother, and one of his sisters came to see me.
I promised to come and see her often. The next morning I received a letter through the post, written in bad Italian, and signed, "Your obedient godson, Daturi." This godson of mine was in prison for debt, and begged me to give him a few shillings to buy some food.
I had nothing particular to do, the appellation of godson made me curious, and so I went to the prison to see Daturi, of whose identity I had not the slightest idea. He was a fine young man of twenty; he did not know me, nor I him.
My tailor lived close by and I called on him, and seeing that my clothes were not yet made up I told him that I should like to sell them, and also the gold lace that was to be used in the trimming. He instantly gave me thirty guineas which meant a gain to him of twenty-five per cent. I paid the week's rent of my lodging, and after bidding farewell to my negro I set out with Daturi.
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