Produced by David Widger THE MEMOIRS OF JACQUES CASANOVA de SEINGALT 1725-1798 THE RARE UNABRIDGED LONDON EDITION OF 1894 TRANSLATED BY ARTHUR MACHEN TO WHICH HAS BEEN ADDED THE CHAPTERS DISCOVERED BY ARTHUR SYMONS. [Transcriber’s Note: These memoires were not written for children, they may outrage readers also offended by Chaucer, La Fontaine, Rabelais and The Old Testament. D.W.] CONTENTS ENLARGE TO FULL SIZE ADVENTURES IN THE SOUTH EPISODE 16 -- DEPART SWITZERLAND CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III EPISODE 17 -- RETURN TO ITALY CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII EPISODE 18--RETURN TO NAPLES CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER X CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XII EPISODE 19 -- BACK AGAIN TO PARIS CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XV CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XVII EPISODE 20 -- MILAN CHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER XIX CHAPTER XX CHAPTER XXI CHAPTER XXII VOLUME 4 -- ADVENTURES IN THE SOUTH EPISODE 16 -- DEPART SWITZERLAND CHAPTER I The Door-Keeper’s Daughters--The Horoscopes--Mdlle. Roman The idea of the sorry plight in which I had left the Marquis de Prie, his mistress, and perhaps all the company, who had undoubtedly coveted the contents of my cash-box, amused me till I reached Chamberi, where I only stopped to change horses. When I reached Grenoble, where I intended to stay a week, I did not find my lodging to my liking, and went in my carriage to the post-office, where I found several letters, amongst others, one from Madame d’Urfe, enclosing a letter of introduction to an officer named Valenglard, who, she told me, was a learned man, and would present me at all the best houses in the town. I called on this officer and received a cordial welcome. After reading Madame d’Urfe’s letter he said he was ready to be useful to me in anything I pleased. He was an amiable, middle aged man, and fifteen years before had been Madame d’Urfe’s friend, and in a much more intimate degree the friend of her daughter, the Princess de Toudeville. I told him that I was uncomfortable at the inn, and that the first service I would ask of him would be to procure me a comfortable lodging. He rubbed his head, and said,-- “I think I can get you rooms in a beautiful house, but it is outside the town walls. The door-keeper is an excellent cook, and for the sake of doing your cooking I am sure he will lodge you for nothing.” “I don’t wish that,” said I. “Don’t be afraid,” said the baron, “he will make it up by means of his dishes; and besides, the house is for sale and costs him nothing. Come and see it.”