I seldom visited Don Gaspar; the study of the French language took up all my mornings, and it was only in the morning that I could see him; but I called every evening upon Father Georgi, and, although I went to him only as one of his 'proteges', it gave me some reputation. I seldom spoke before his guests, yet I never felt weary, for in his circle his friends would criticise without slandering, discuss politics without stubbornness, literature without passion, and I profited by all. After my visit to the sagacious monk, I used to attend the assembly of the cardinal, my master, as a matter of duty. Almost every evening, when she happened to see me at her card-table, the beautiful marchioness would address to me a few gracious words in French, and I always answered in Italian, not caring to make her laugh before so many persons. My feelings for her were of a singular kind. I must leave them to the analysis of the reader. I thought that woman charming, yet I avoided her; it was not because I was afraid of falling in love with her; I loved Lucrezia, and I firmly believed that such an affection was a shield against any other attachment, but it was because I feared that she might love me or have a passing fancy for me. Was it self-conceit or modesty, vice or virtue? Perhaps neither one nor the other. One evening she desired the Abbe Gama to call me to her; she was standing near the cardinal, my patron, and the moment I approached her she caused me a strange feeling of surprise by asking me in Italian a question which I was far from anticipating: "How did you like Frascati?" "Very much, madam; I have never seen such a beautiful place." "But your company was still more beautiful, and your vis-a-vis was very smart." I only bowed low to the marchioness, and a moment after Cardinal Acquaviva said to me, kindly, "You are astonished at your adventure being known?" "No, my lord; but I am surprised that people should talk of it. I could not have believed Rome to be so much like a small village." "The longer you live in Rome," said his eminence, "the more you will find it so. You have not yet presented yourself to kiss the foot of our Holy Father?" "Not yet, my lord." "Then you must do so." I bowed in compliance to his wishes. The Abbe Gama told me to present myself to the Pope on the morrow, and he added, "Of course you have already shewn yourself in the Marchioness G.'s palace?" "No, I have never been there." "You astonish me; but she often speaks to you!" "I have no objection to go with you." "I never visit at her palace." "Yet she speaks to you likewise." "Yes, but.... You do not know Rome; go alone; believe me, you ought to go." "Will she receive me?" "You are joking, I suppose. Of course it is out of the question for you to be announced. You will call when the doors are wide open to everybody. You will meet there all those who pay homage to her." "Will she see me?" "No doubt of it."