The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of LuccaHewlett, Maurice
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The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca
Hewlett, Maurice
Historical fiction
His injunctions were obeyed, though I could not agree with all his
conclusions. I wrote respectfully to my father, candidly to Dr.
Lanfranchi; I wrote on my knees to Aurelia--though, as I now know, Padre
Carnesecchi put the letter into his pocket. Expiatory rites of a
religious sort, wisely recommended and cheerfully performed, I omit from
this narrative. At their end I was set entirely at liberty; and there
seemed no limit to the benevolence of the Society of Jesus in my regard.
Money, clothes, a servant were found for me, a lodging in the Piazza
Santa Maria, introductions into the fashionable world. I took my own
rank once more, I had tutors, books, leisure, the respect of my equals.
I went to Court, was made a visiting member of the famous Delia Cruscan
Academy; I was offered a box at the opera, a villa in the hills, a
mistress. I made the acquaintance of Count Giraldi, a gentleman not only
in the immediate service of the sovereign but high in the confidence of
the heir-apparent, a man of the world, a traveller, affable, an abundant
linguist, no mean philosopher, possessor of a cabinet of antiquities, a
fine library, a band of musicians second to none in Florence. If ever a
young man was placed square upon his feet again after a damaging fall it
was I. For this much, at least, I render a solemn act of remembrance to
the Society of Jesus, who must not be held responsible for the series of
events which befell me next, and by which it came to pass that the cup
of my fortunes went again and again to the bitter fountain of shame.
I passed, I suppose, some six weeks without news, but not without hope,
of Donna Aurelia; and I am ashamed to add that the pleasures and
interests of the world obliterated in me those obligations of gratitude
and honour which I owed to the friend of my misfortunes. But so I have
always found it, that the more respect a man has from the world, the
less he has to give it in return. It is as if, knowing his own worth too
well, he was able to put a just estimate upon his tributary. I will only
say in my defence that I knew Virginia to be safe from positive danger.
CHAPTER XXI
MY DIVERSIONS: COUNT GIRALDI
My new friend, as I must call him, since so he professed himself a dozen
times a week, was Count Amadeo Giraldi, one of the three members of the
Secret Cabinet of the Grand Duke, and the most influential and
respectable of the three. He was a gentleman of some forty years,
distinguished in presence and address, of suave manners and a cynicism
past praying for. This tainted philosophic habit had permeated him to
the soul, so that, not only was he naturally a sceptic in matters of
received opinion, but found a perverse relish in his own misfortune,
until he was become, indeed, sceptical of scepticism, and found himself,
at times, in real danger of proving a sincere Christian.
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