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
MY DEAR DON FRANCIS,--I have just learned, with concern, that you are in
prison upon two charges--one false, and another which is trumpery. I
hasten to assure you that orders have been given which will satisfy your
sense of justice, and, I hope, improve your opinion of myself. I believe
that by this time you will have been assured that it was not I who
betrayed your confidences to Semifonte--who, between you and me, has got
his deserts, or (according to the orthodox) must now be getting them. As
for my more recent offence--the real ground of our little encounter--I
can assure you of this, that if I ever make any such assertion again,
and you again call me a liar, I shall not resent it; for a liar I shall
be. I kiss your hands and am, with the most perfect esteem,
"My dear Don Francis,
"Your most obedient, faithful, humble servant,
"COUNT AMADEO GIRALDI.
"P. S.--It may be discreet in you to repair to Lucca for the summer
heats. Pray command me in any occasion you may have."
My doors were set open. The first use I made of my freedom was to escort
Donna Aurelia to her chair. Without a word spoken between us, I handed
her in and shut to the door. The chairman asked me for a direction.
"To the house of Dr. Lanfranchi the learned judge," I said.
CHAPTER XLVII
THE FINAL PROOF
Free in every sense of the term--free, of prison, free of debt (for if
Aurelia had paid me, I had now paid her husband), free of every
obligation but guilt, I was all on fire for Lucca and that service which
is perfect freedom, voluntary bondage to Virginia, whom I could now love
whole-heartedly as she deserved. Artemis! Artemis! Chaster than a fire--
what wonder is it that she had prevailed in that dream-strife which I
had witnessed in the villa garden, what wonder when she had to contend
with the soiled wife of a vile man--with Aurelia, the lovely, caressing,
silken woman, bought by a place, bought by a house, who, possessed by
two men, sought yet another. Ah, thou glowing, honey-tongued, unhappy
one, in what a horrible web of affairs was I enmeshed along with thee!
What a world was that into which I went ruffling with my money, and rank
and fine prospects! Never more, never more would I enter that world of
bargain and sale.
So I swore, and so purposed; but in pursuance of a plan which I had
formed in my most private mind, I travelled to Lucca in a coach and four
horses, with postillions before and my body-servant behind. On this
occasion I was furnished with a passport and abundance of money. All my
property in Florence, all my household gear had been transferred to the
city of my choice. I left behind me in Florence not one vestige of
myself, and (so far as I know) not one true friend. I intended to be two
days upon the road, and lay the night at Empoli; early on the following
morning, a fine day in early autumn, I departed from the inn for my
final stage, and fared without incident as far as Ponte a Cappiano.
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