Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 22: to London by Giacomo Casanova
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Some linen on a chest of drawers did not give me the idea that she was
very poor. "I am immensely obliged," said she, "for all your goodness to me." "Say nothing of that, madam; it is I who have need of your goodness." "What can I do to shew my gratitude?" "Could you trouble yourself to take your meals with me? When I am alone I eat like an ogre, and my health suffers. If you do not feel inclined to grant me that favour, do not hesitate to refuse, and I assure you you shall fare just as well as if you had acceded to my request." "I shall be delighted to dine and sup with you; sir, whenever you are alone and you like to send for me. Nevertheless, I am not sure that my society will amuse you." "Very good, I am grateful to you, and I promise you you shall never repent of your kindness. I will do my best to amuse you, and I hope I shall succeed, for you have inspired me with the liveliest interest. We will dine at one to-day." I did not sit down or look at her books, or even ask her if she had spent a good night. The only thing I noted was that she had looked pale and careworn when I came in, and when I went out her cheeks were the colour of the rose. I went for a walk in the park, feeling quite taken with this charming woman, and resolved to make her love me, for I did not want to owe |
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