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Updated: June 28, 2025
"It is said that they are Venetians, and that they went to Bergamo." "It may be so, but I know nothing about them. I left the ball before they did." In the evening I supped with the countess, her husband, and Triulzi. They were of the same opinion as Canano. Triulzi said that I had let the cat out of the bag by giving the beggars handfuls of sequins. "That is a mistake," I answered.
No one replied; but after some thought the Marquis Triulzi said that to make the chances perfectly equal the players would have to be equal, which was almost out of the question. "All that is too sublime for me," said Canano; "I don't understand it." But, after all, there was not much to understand.
I sat down and he handed me a pack of cards. I punted, and with such inveterate bad luck that in less than an hour I lost seven hundred sequins. I should probably have lost all the money I had in my pocket if Canano had not been obliged to go away.
"How is fortune treating you?" "Canano wins two hundred sequins from me every day." "But you won two thousand from him in one night." "You will break his bank on Sunday. We will bring you luck." "Would you like to look on?" "We should be delighted, but my brother says you don't want to go with us." "Quite so, the reason is that I should be recognized.
Canano wrote me a cheque, and I slowly returned to the ball-room. Barbaro had recognized me with the keenness of a Venetian. He accosted me and congratulated me on my luck, but I gave him no answer, and seeing that I wished to remain incognito he left me. A lady in a Greek dress richly adorned with diamonds came up to me, and said in a falsetto voice that she would like to dance with me.
He lost three hundred sequins, and as he was a man of about the same size as myself people said it was Casanova, but Canano would not agree. In order that I might be able to stay at the table, I took up the cards and punted three or four ducats like a beginner. The next deal the Venetian masquer had a run of luck, and going paroli, paix de paroli and the va, won back all the money he had lost.
The beggars came in and stood by the table, and Canano, catching the marquis's eye, asked him for a pinch of snuff. My delight may be imagined when I saw him modestly presenting a common horn snuffbox to the banker. I had not thought of this detail, which made everybody laugh immensely. Mdlle. Q stretched out her plate to ask an alms of Canano, who said,
The next deal was also in his favour, and he collected his winnings and left the table. I sat down in the chair he had occupied, and a lady said, "That's the Chevalier de Seingalt." "No," said another. "I saw him a little while ago in the ball-room disguised as a beggar, with four other masquers whom nobody knows." "How do you mean, dressed as a beggar?" said Canano.
In a mirthful moment Canano said he had known me for seventeen years, his acquaintance dating from the time I had juggled a professional gamester, calling himself Count Celi, out of a pretty ballet-girl whom I had taken to Mantua.
He was a Genoese named Spinola. "The bank is prosperous," I remarked to Canano. "Yes," he replied, "but it is not always so. Pierrot was very lucky the other night." "You did not recognize me in the least?" "No, I was so firmly persuaded that the beggar was you. You know who he is?" "I haven't an idea. I never saw him before that day." In this last particular I did not lie.
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