“So much the worse for you, as I am not going to stay in this hole which has only a chair in it, if you offer me a million and a half. Farewell, sweet Caroline.”
“Wait a moment; let me go out first.”
The sly puss went out quickly enough, but I was as sharp as she, and trod on the tail of her dress so that she could not shut the door after her. So we went out together, and I left her at the door, saying,—
“Good night, Caroline, you see it was no use.”
I went to bed well pleased with the incident. The princess, it was plain, had intended to make me pass the night in the hole of a closet, as a punishment for having dared to ask the mistress of an emperor to sleep with me for a hundred crowns.
Two days later, as I was buying a pair of lace cuffs, the princess came into the shop with Count Zinzendorf, whom I had known at Paris twelve years before. Just as I was making way for the lady the count recognized me, and asked me if I knew anything about the Casanova that had fought the duel at Warsaw.
“Alas! count, I am that Casanova, and here is my arm still in a sling.”
“I congratulate you, my dear fellow; I should like to hear about it.”
With these words he introduced me to the princess, asking her if she had heard of the duel.
“Yes; I heard something about it in the papers. So this is the hero of the tale. Delighted to make your acquaintance.”