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Updated: June 13, 2025
My lover is a Venetian, and my mother knows of it; but she says that I should not be happy, that he is not worthy of me." "Your mother is a strange woman, always crossing your affections." "I cannot be angry with her. She may possibly be wrong, but she certainly loves me. She would rather that I should marry M. Farsetti, who would be very glad to have me, but I detest him."
It is a contraction which conceals two other words." "Can you tell us what they are?" said the chevalier. "Certainly; aro comes from aroma, and ph is the initial of philosophorum:" "Did you get that out of Paracelsus?" said Farsetti, evidently annoyed. "No, sir; I saw it in Boerhaave."
I was going to lift her from the ground, when Farsetti told her, in a voice full of indignation, that she should blush to humble herself in such a manner before a man of my description. I drew myself up, and looking at him scornfully said, "You insolent scoundrel! What do you mean by talking of me like that?" "Everybody is certain that you know all about it."
I was looking out of my window at an early hour two or three days afterwards, when a coach stopped before my door, and Madame X C V-, escorted by M. Farsetti got out. I made haste to meet them on the stair, and welcomed them, saying I was glad they had done me the honour to come and take breakfast with me, pretending not to know of any other reason.
All this was carried out, but more of it anon. I returned with her, and dined with them without taking any notice of Farsetti, who was also at the table, and had seen me come back from mass with her. We did not speak a word to one another; he did not like me and I despised him. I must here relate a grievous mistake of which I was guilty, and which I have not yet forgiven myself.
"He has gone away in a rage," said the mother; "and I would wager anything that he will not come back again." "I wager he will," said the daughter, "he will honour us with his agreeable company before to-morrow's sun has set." She was right. From that day Farsetti became my determined enemy, and let no opportunity slip of convincing me of his hatred.
Picas de la Mirandola, who believed in astrology, says, "I have no doubt truly, 'Astra influunt, non cogunt." But would it have been a real proof of the truth of astrology, if Farsetti had been assassinated on a Friday? In my opinion, certainly not.
I know that well; but it is not a greater crime than suicide, and there lies my choice: either to destroy the wretched witness of my shame, or to poison myself. For the latter alternative I have everything ready. You are my only friend, and it is for you to decide which it shall be. Speak to me! Are you angry that I have not gone to the Chevalier Farsetti before you?"
He was a young man and a profligate, and had got into a house of ill-fame, from which he came out in sorry plight. He complained bitterly that M. Farsetti had refused to lend him four louis, and he asked me to speak to his mother that she might pay for his cure.
"I will make you an ample atonement for my suspicions." Before I had time to make any objection, she ran down to fetch Farsetti, who was waiting in the courtyard, and made him come up and hear what I had just told her. "That's not a likely tale," said the insolent fellow.
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