Humiliation of The Countess—Zenobia’s Wedding—Faro Conquest of The Fair Irene—Plan for a Masquerade
On my return I found the count with one of the marquis’s servants, who gave me a note, begging me to send the dress, which I did directly.
“The marquis will dine with us,” said the count, “and, no doubt, he will bring the money with him for this treasure.”
“You think it a treasure, then?”
“Yes, fit for a queen to wear.”
“I wish the treasure had the virtue of giving you a crown; one head-dress is as good as another.”
The poor devil understood the allusion, and as I liked him I reproached myself for having humiliated him unintentionally, but I could not resist the temptation to jest. I hastened to smooth his brow by saying that as soon as I got the money for the dress I would take it to the countess.
“I have spoken to her about it,” said he, “and your proposal made her laugh; but I am sure she will make up her mind when she finds herself in possession of the dress.”
It was a Friday. The marquis sent in an excellent fish dinner, and came himself soon after with the dress in a basket. The present was made with all ceremony, and the proud countess was profuse in her expressions of thanks, which the giver received coolly enough, as if accustomed to that kind of thing. However, he ended by the no means flattering remark that if she had any sense she would sell it, as everybody knew she was too poor to wear it. This suggestion by no means met with her approval. She abused him to her heart’s content, and told him he must be a great fool to give her a dress which he considered unsuitable to her.
They were disputing warmly when the Marchioness Menafoglio was announced. As soon as she came in her eyes were attracted by the dress, which was stretched over a chair, and finding it superb she exclaimed,