Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 22: to London by Giacomo Casanova
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my chains, my sword of the finest English steel, my snuff-box set with
brilliants, my cross set with diamonds, my buckles set with the same stones, were altogether worth more than fifty thousand crowns. This ostentation, though puerile in itself, yet had a purpose, for I wished M. de Bragadin to know that I did not cut a bad figure in the world; and I wished the proud magistrates who had made me quit my native land to learn that I had lost nothing, and could laugh at their severity. In this gorgeous style we drove to the ambassador's dinner at half-past one. All present were Venetians, and they welcomed Marcoline enthusiastically. She who was born with the instinct of good manners behaved with the grace of a nymph and the dignity of a French princess; and as soon as she was seated between two grave and reverend signors, she began by saying that she was delighted to find herself the only representative of her sex in this distinguished company, and also that there were no Frenchmen present. "Then you don't like the French," said M. Memmo. "I like them well enough so far as I know them, but I am only acquainted with their exterior, as I don't speak or understand the language." After this everybody knew how to take her, and the gaiety became general. She answered all questions to the point, and entertained the company with her remarks on French manners, so different to Venetian customs. In the course of dinner M. Querini asked how she had known him, and she |
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