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"You make a mistake. I should be a fool if I dined with you when our miserable dispute is all over the village; to-morrow it will have reached Gorice." "If you won't dine with me, I will dine with you, and people may say what they like. We will go after dinner, so send away that conveyance." I had to give in to him.
I dined by myself, made calls in the afternoon, and supped with Count Tomes. I told him that I promised myself the pleasure of hearing the eloquence of the bar of Gorice the next day. "I shall be there, too," said he, "as I am curious to see what sort of a face Torriano will put on it, if the countryman wins.
At last I resolved on returning to Trieste, where I had more chances of serving and pleasing the State Inquisitors. I stayed at Gorice till the end of the year 1773, and passed an extremely pleasant six weeks. My adventure at Spessa had become public property. At first everybody addressed me on the subject, but as I laughed and treated the whole thing as a joke it would soon be forgotten.
I remained with the defendant, and asked him if he meant to appeal to Vienna. "I shall appeal in another sort," said he; but I did not ask him what he meant. We left Gorice the next morning. My landlord gave me the bill, and told me he had received instructions not to insist on my paying it if I made any difficulty, as in that case the count would pay himself.
Whilst I was at Gorice Count Charles Coronini contributed greatly to my enjoyment. He died four years later, and a month before his death he sent me his will in ostosyllabic Italian verses a specimen of philosophic mirth which I still preserve.
I dined by myself, made calls in the afternoon, and supped with Count Tomes. I told him that I promised myself the pleasure of hearing the eloquence of the bar of Gorice the next day. "I shall be there, too," said he, "as I am curious to see what sort of a face Torriano will put on it, if the countryman wins.
He told me that he would expect me to meet him at Gorice on the first day of September, and that the next day we would leave for his estate.
I also met at Gorice a Count Coronini, who was known in learned circles as the author of some Latin treatises on diplomacy. Nobody read his books, but everybody agreed that he was a very learned man. I also met a young man named Morelli, who had written a history of the place and was on the point of publishing the first volume.
Among the persons of quality who came to Gorice, I met a certain Count Torriano, who persuaded me to spend the autumn with him at a country house of his six miles from Gorice. If I had listened to the voice of my good genius I should certainly never have gone. The count was under thirty, and was not married.
I gave her two sequins, begging her to come and see me at Gorice, and to tell me where I could find a conveyance. Her sister offered to shew me the way to a farm, where I could get what I wanted. On the way she told me that Torriano had been her sister's enemy before the death of her husband because she rejected all his proposals.
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