As I went away I asked an official why he had been imprisoned, and was told it was for forgery, and that he would have been hanged if it had not been for a legal flaw. He was sentenced to imprisonment for life. I dismissed him from my mind, but in the afternoon I had a visit from an advocate who demanded a hundred crowns on Gaetano’s behalf, supporting his claim by the production of an immense ledger, where my name appeared as debtor on several pages. “Sir,” said I, “the man is mad; I don’t owe him anything, and the evidence of this book is utterly worthless. “You make a mistake, sir,” he replied; “this ledger is good evidence, and our laws deal very favorably with imprisoned creditors. I am retained for them, and if you do not settle the matter by to-morrow I shall serve you with a summons.” I restrained my indignation and asked him politely for his name and address. He wrote it down directly, feeling quite certain that his affair was as good as settled. I called on Agatha, and her husband was much amused when I told my story. He made me sign a power of attorney, empowering him to act for me, and he then advised the other advocate that all communications in the case must be made to him alone. The ‘paglietti’ who abound in Naples only live by cheating, and especially by imposing on strangers. Sir Rosebury remained at Naples, and I found myself acquainted with all the English visitors. They all lodged at “Crocielles,” for the English are like a flock of sheep; they follow each other about, always go to the same place, and never care to shew any originality. We often arranged little trips in which the two Saxons joined, and I found the time pass very pleasantly. Nevertheless, I should have left Naples after the fair if my love for Callimena had not restrained me. I saw her every day and made her presents, but she only granted me the slightest of favours. The fair was nearly over, and Agatha was making her preparations for going to Sorrento as had been arranged. She begged her husband to invite a lady whom he had loved before marrying her while she invited Pascal Latilla for herself, and Callimena for me. There were thus three couples, and the three gentlemen were to defray all expenses. Agatha’s husband took the direction of everything. A few days before the party I saw, to my surprise, Joseph, son of Madame Cornelis and brother of my dear Sophie. “How did you come to Naples? Whom are you with?” “I am by myself. I wanted to see Italy, and my mother gave me this pleasure. I have seen Turin, Milan, Genoa, Florence, Venice, and Rome; and after I have done Italy I shall see Switzerland and Germany, and then return to England by way of Holland.” “How long is this expedition to take?” “Six months.” “I suppose you will be able to give a full account of everything when you go back to London?” “I hope to convince my mother that the money she spent was not wasted.” “How much do you think it will cost you?”