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Zanovitch paid me a visit, and told me that Medini's position had excited his pity, and that he had therefore paid his debts. I applauded his generosity, but I formed the conclusion that they had laid some plot between them, and that I should soon hear of the results of this new alliance. I returned Zanovitch's call the next day.
A few days later Manucci set out for Naples, after giving a hundred louis to Medini's mistress, who used to sup with him; but this windfall did not save Medini from being imprisoned for debt, his liabilities amounting to more than a thousand crowns.
I was astonished, and could not understand how the bill could amount to more than the value of all the clothes I saw on the floor, so I asked the vetturino to tell me the extent of the debt. He gave me a paper with Medini's signature; the amount was two hundred and forty crowns. "How in the world," I exclaimed, "could he contract this enormous debt?"
After supper, Medini asked the chevalier to give him his revenge, and Manucci asked me to lend him a hundred sequins. I did so, and in an hour he had not one left. Neuville, on the other hand, brought down Medini's bank to twenty or thirty sequins, and after that we retired to our several homes.
I was astonished, and could not understand how the bill could amount to more than the value of all the clothes I saw on the floor, so I asked the vetturino to tell me the extent of the debt. He gave me a paper with Medini's signature; the amount was two hundred and forty crowns. "How in the world," I exclaimed, "could he contract this enormous debt?"
Eight years ago Count Torio told me that he had seen Medini in a London prison, and that the silly fellow confessed he had only come to London with the hope of proving me to be a liar. Medini's fate shall never prevent me from giving good advice to a poor wretch on the brink of the precipice. Thirty years ago a wise man advised me to beware visiting Spain.
After supper, Medini asked the chevalier to give him his revenge, and Manucci asked me to lend him a hundred sequins. I did so, and in an hour he had not one left. Neuville, on the other hand, brought down Medini's bank to twenty or thirty sequins, and after that we retired to our several homes.
He had to let go at last, and then I took hold of his collar and asked him if he had gone mad. I sent him against the wall, and opened the door and the police came in. I told the vetturino that I would on no account be Medini's surety, or be answerable for him in any way. Just as I was going out, he leapt forward crying that I must not abandon him.
He was lucky enough to fall in with a Franciscan monk named De Dominis at Bologna, the said monk being on his way to Rome to solicit a brief of 'laicisation' from the Pope. He fell in love with Medini's mistress, who naturally made him pay dearly for her charms. Medini left at the end of three weeks.
Eight years ago Count Torio told me that he had seen Medini in a London prison, and that the silly fellow confessed he had only come to London with the hope of proving me to be a liar. Medini's fate shall never prevent me from giving good advice to a poor wretch on the brink of the precipice. Thirty years ago a wise man advised me to beware visiting Spain.
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