“Welcome!” said I. “You are come just in time to see me deal with the abbé, who has resolved at last to go to Rome and to follow my directions.”
I sent Clairmont to the diligence office, and told him to book a place for Lyons; and then I wrote out five bills of exchange, of five louis each, on Lyons, Turin, Genoa, Florence, and Rome.
“Who is to assure me that these bills will be honoured?”
“I assure you, blockhead. If you don’t like them you can leave them.”
Clairmont brought the ticket for the diligence and I gave it to the abbé, telling him roughly to be gone.
“But I may dine with you, surely?” said he.
“No, I have done with you. Go and dine with Possano, as you are his accomplice in the horrible attempt he made to murder me. Clairmont, shew this man out, and never let him set foot here again.”
No doubt more than one of my readers will pronounce my treatment of the abbé to have been barbarous; but putting aside the fact that I owe no man an account of my thoughts, deeds, and words, nature had implanted in me a strong dislike to this brother of mine, and his conduct as a man and a priest, and, above all, his connivance with Possano, had made him so hateful to me that I should have watched him being hanged with the utmost indifference, not to say with the greatest pleasure. Let everyone have his own principles and his own passions, and my favourite passion has always been vengeance.
“What did you do with the girl he eloped with?” said my sister-in-raw.
“I sent her back to Venice with the ambassadors the better by thirty thousand francs, some fine jewels, and a perfect outfit of clothes. She travelled in a carriage I gave her which was worth more than two hundred louis.”