The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, Vol. II (of VI), "To Paris and Prison": The First Complete and Unabridged English Translation, Illustrated with Old EngravingsCasanova, Giacomo
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The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, Vol. II (of VI), "To Paris and Prison": The First Complete and Unabridged English Translation, Illustrated with Old Engravings
Casanova, Giacomo
Casanova, Giacomo, 1725-1798; Europe -- History -- 18th century -- Biography
She suddenly rose from her seat, and, looking at me with an air of modest trustfulness, she said to me,
“Are, you particularly engaged in any way to-day?”
“No, my dear.”
“Well, then, be good enough to take me somewhere out of Paris; to some place where I can breathe the fresh air freely; I shall then recover that appearance which you think I must have to interest in my favour those who will see me; and if I can enjoy a quiet sleep throughout the next night I feel I shall be happy again.”
“I am grateful to you for your confidence in me. We will go out as soon as I am dressed. Your brother will return in the mean time.”
“Oh, never mind my brother!”
“His presence is, on the contrary, of great importance. Recollect, my dear Vesian, you must make Narbonne ashamed of his own conduct. You must consider that if he should happen to hear that, on the very day he abandoned you, you went into the country alone with me, he would triumph, and would certainly say that he has only treated you as you deserved. But if you go with your brother and me your countryman, you give no occasion for slander.”
“I blush not to have made that remark myself. We will wait for my brother’s return.”
He was not long in coming back, and having sent for a coach we were on the point of going, when Baletti called on me. I introduced him to the young lady, and invited him to join our party. He accepted, and we started. As my only purpose was to amuse Mdlle. Vesian, I told the coachman to drive us to the Gros Caillou, where we made an excellent impromptu dinner, the cheerfulness of the guests making up for the deficiencies of the servants.
Vesian, feeling his head rather heavy, went out for a walk after dinner, and I remained alone with his sister and my friend Baletti. I observed with pleasure that Baletti thought her an agreeable girl, and it gave me the idea of asking him to teach her dancing. I informed him of her position, of the reason which had brought her to Paris, of the little hope there was of her obtaining a pension from the king, and of the necessity there was for her to do something to earn a living. Baletti answered that he would be happy to do anything, and when he had examined the figure and the general conformation of the young girl he said to her,
“I will get Lani to take you for the ballet at the opera.”
“Then,” I said, “you must begin your lessons tomorrow. Mdlle. Vesian stops at my hotel.”
The young girl, full of wonder at my plan, began to laugh heartily, and said,
“But can an opera dancer be extemporized like a minister of state? I can dance the minuet, and my ear is good enough to enable me to go through a quadrille; but with the exception of that I cannot dance one step.”
“Most of the ballet girls,” said Baletti, “know no more than you do.”
“And how much must I ask from M. Lani? I do not think I can expect much.”
“Nothing. The ballet girls are not paid.”
“Then where is the advantage for me?” she said, with a sigh; “how shall I live?”
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