Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 14: Switzerland by Giacomo Casanova
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downstairs."
I took a plate and stood behind a chair facing the lady, and without appearing to look at her I saw her perfectly, or rather I saw nothing else. She was astonished the others did not give me a glance, and they could not have pleased me better. After the soup I hurried to change her plate, and then did the same office for the rest: they helped themselves to the boiled beef. While they were eating, I took a boiled capon and cut it up in a masterly manner. "We have a waiter who knows his work," said the lady of my thoughts. "Have you been long at this inn?" "Only a few weeks, madam." "You wait very well." "Madam is very good." I had tucked in my superb ruffles of English point lace, but my frilled shirt front of the same material protruded slightly through my vest, which I had not buttoned carefully. She saw it, and said, "Come here a moment." "What does madam require?" "Let me see it. What beautiful lace!" |
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