His advice suited me exactly, and the secretary of war, who had known me the year before, happening to see me, summoned me to him. He told me that he had received letters from Bologna which had informed him of a certain adventure entirely to my honour, adding that he knew that I would not acknowledge it. He then asked me if I had received my discharge before leaving the Spanish army. "I could not receive my discharge, as I was never in the service." "And how did you manage to come to Venice without performing quarantine?" "Persons coming from Mantua are not subject to it." "True; but I advise you to enter the Venetian service like Major Pelodoro." As I was leaving the ducal palace, I met the Abbe Grimani who told me that the abrupt manner in which I had left his house had displeased everybody. "Even the Spanish officer?" "No, for he remarked that, if you had truly been with the army, you could not act differently, and he has himself assured me that you were there, and to prove what he asserted he made me read an article in the newspaper, in which it is stated that you killed your captain in a duel. Of course it is only a fable?" "How do you know that it is not a fact?" "Is it true, then?" "I do not say so, but it may be true, quite as true as my having been with the Spanish army ten days ago." "But that is impossible, unless you have broken through the quarantine." "I have broken nothing. I have openly crossed the Po at Revero, and here I am. I am sorry not to be able to present myself at your excellency's palace, but I cannot do so until I have received the most complete satisfaction from the person who has given me the lie. I could put up with an insult when I wore the livery of humility, but I cannot bear one now that I wear the garb of honour." "You are wrong to take it in such a high tone. The person who attacked your veracity is M. Valmarana, the proveditore of the sanitary department, and he contends that, as nobody can pass through the cordon, it would be impossible for you to be here. Satisfaction, indeed! Have you forgotten who you are?" "No, I know who I am; and I know likewise that, if I was taken for a coward before leaving Venice, now that I have returned no one shall insult me without repenting it." "Come and dine with me." "No, because the Spanish officer would know it." "He would even see you, for he dines with me every day." "Very well, then I will go, and I will let him be the judge of my quarrel with M. Valmarana."