Le Duc stood in front of me, staring stupidly before him.
“What’s the matter with you, idiot?” said I.
“That’s fine. I see. I am going on the stage. You would do well to become an actor.”
“You are a fool.”
“Not so big a fool as you think.”
“I am going for a walk; mind you don’t leave my room for a moment.”
I had scarcely shut the door when the chevalier accosted me and overwhelmed me with thanks.
“Sir, I don’t know to what you are referring.”
He thanked me again and left me, and walking by the banks of the Rhone, which geographers say is the most rapid river in Europe, I amused myself by looking at the ancient bridge. At dinner-time I went back to the inn, and as the landlord knew that I paid six francs a meal he treated me to an exquisite repast. Here, I remember, I had some exceedingly choice Hermitage. It was so delicious that I drank nothing else. I wished to make a pilgrimage to Vaucluse and begged the landlord to procure me a good guide, and after I had dressed I went to the theatre.
I found the Astrodi at the door, and giving her my sixteen tickets, I sat down near the box of the vice-legate Salviati, who came in a little later, surrounded by a numerous train of ladies and gentlemen bedizened with orders and gold lace.