reproaching myself for the want of fortitude I had evinced. Indeed,
I began to regret that I had not been burnt alive, instead of being
handed over, as a victim, into the hands of men.

The next morning, I learnt the real cause of the fire from
Tremerello, and laughed at his account of the fear he had endured,
as if my own had not been as great--perhaps, in fact, much greater
of the two.



CHAPTER L.



On the 11th of January, 1822, about nine in the morning, Tremerello
came into my room in no little agitation, and said,

"Do you know, Sir, that in the island of San Michele, a little way
from Venice, there is a prison containing more than a hundred
Carbonari."

"You have told me so a hundred times. Well! what would you have me
hear, speak out; are some of them condemned?"

"Exactly."

"Who are they?"

"I don't know."