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Updated: June 15, 2025
We parted with heavy hearts, but with the hope that the next night would again bring us together, for the contrary did not seem to us possible. The next day, after dinner, M. Ch. C called upon M. de Bragadin, but I did not shew myself.
He read the letter, asked me to follow him into his study, and the moment we were alone, he said; "Here is a parcel for you." I opened it, and found some forty sequins. Seeing my surprise, M. de Bragadin laughed merrily and handed me the letter, the contents of which ran thus: "M. de Casanova may be sure that our playing last night was only a joke: he owes me nothing.
Continuation of My Intrigues with C. C. M. de Bragadin Asks the Hand of That Young Person for Me Her Father Refuses, and Sends Her to a Convent De la Haye I Lose All my Money at the Faso-table My Partnership with Croce Replenishes My Purse Various Incidents
As to Zawoiski, I did not tell him the story till I met him in Carlsbad, old and deaf, forty years later. Three or four months later, M. de Bragadin taught me another of his masterly lessons. I had become acquainted, through Zawoiski, with a Frenchman called L'Abbadie, who was then soliciting from the Venetian Government the appointment of inspector of the armies of the Republic.
This was the last time I saw this celebrated and learned impostor; he died at Schlesing six or seven years after. The piece of money he gave me was pure gold, and two months after Field-marshal Keith took such a fancy to it that I gave it him. I left Tournay the next morning, and stopped at Brussels to await the answer of the letter which I had written to M. de Bragadin.
Love increased my despair, for I saw myself on the point of losing the esteem of a woman by whom I was smitten, and the anxiety I felt did not escape M. de Bragadin when we met in the morning. He kindly encouraged me to confess my troubles to him. I was conscious that it was my only chance, and candidly related the whole affair, and I ended by saying that I should not survive my disgrace.
I went to bed at once, covering myself heavily in order to regain my natural heat, but sleep, which alone could have restored me to health, would not visit me. Five or six hours afterwards, M. de Bragadin and his two inseparable friends paid me a visit, and found me raving with fever.
The father of my mistress being then at his country-house, I told my friends that they would have due notice of his return, and that they were to be all three together when M. de Bragadin demanded the young lady's hand. Well pleased with what I had done, I called on P C the next morning. An old woman, who opened the door for me, told me that he was not at home, but that his mother would see me.
When he went to England he said he would be back in Venice in July, and we shall just catch him on the point of departure." As far as the embassy went I knew it was all true, from the letters I had received from M. de Bragadin, and as for the rest Marcoline seemed to me to be speaking the truth.
A number of quarreling letters followed, after which the correspondence came to an end. One of Casanova's last letters, that of the 2nd February 1794, concludes: "One day M. de Bragadin said to me: 'Jacques, be careful never to convince a quibbler, for he will become your enemy. After this wise advice I avoided syllogism, which tended toward conviction.
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