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M. Querini, who did not like night travelling, made us stop at Pont-Boivoisin, at nine o'clock, and after a bad supper everyone went to bed to be ready to start at daybreak.
Marcoline stepped forward, seized his hand, and kissed it before I could answer. Querini, who was greatly astonished, thanked her and said, "What have I done to deserve this honour?" "Because," said Marcoline, speaking in the Venetian dialect, "I have the honour of knowing his excellency M. Querini." "What are you doing with M. Casanova?" "He is my uncle." My carriage came up.
The servant announced the young nobleman, and we rose to welcome him; but he made us sit down again, and sat beside us, and drank a glass of wine with the utmost cordiality. He told me how he had been supping with the old devotee Querini, who had had his hand kissed by a young and fair Venetian.
Remember that Querini and no other must take you back to Venice; he must treat you as if you were his daughter. If he will not consent, you shall not return at all." "Would to God it were so!" Early the next morning I got a note from M. Querini requesting me to call on him, as he wanted to speak to me on a matter of importance. "We are getting on," said Marcoline.
Marcoline, who was sitting next to M. Querini, stopped short in something she was saying, and staring at the man, exclaimed in a questioning voice, "My uncle?" "Yes, my dear niece." Marcoline flung herself into his arms, and there was a moving scene, which excited the admiration of all. "I knew you had left Venice, dear uncle, but I did not know you were in his excellency's service.
I was glad to hear that M. Querini had married her at last, but I did not think of renewing the acquaintance, for reasons which my reader cannot have forgotten if he recollects our quarrel when I had to dress her as an abbe. I was on the point of going away when she happened to see me and called me.
But she very likely did not take his fancy, for, continuing to walk on, he addressed to the marshal these remarkable words, which Juliette must have overheard, "We have handsomer women here." In the afternoon I called upon the Venetian ambassador. I found him in numerous company, with Madame Querini sitting on his right.
I could more easily have spared fewer." "They are but charming childish faces; and they have left their sisters behind them they and the little Caterina; it is well that the bride should make a brave showing at the court of Cyprus which is held for a marvel of splendor." "Thou knowest it, Messer Querini, having been there?" "Nay not at court it is Messer Andrea Cornaro who will tell of it.
We rejoined, the company, who expressed to Marcoline their intense pleasure at having her for a companion on their journey. "I shall have to put my steward in another carriage," said M. Querini, "as the calash only holds two." "That will not be necessary," I remarked, "for Marcoline has her carriage, and Mistress Veneranda will find it a very comfortable one. It will hold her luggage as well."
M. Morosini told Marcoline that if she liked to sell it when she got to Venice he would give her a thousand Venetian ducats, or three thousand francs for it. "You might give her double that amount," said I, "for it is worth three thousand ducats." "We will arrange all that," said he; and Querini added, "It will be a considerable addition to the capital she proposes to invest."
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