“That’s just what I mean to find out before embarking my effects.”
“You won’t be able to speak to him till to-morrow.” Next morning I called on Count Orloff, and sent him in a short note, asking him to give me a short interview before I embarked my mails.
An officer came out to tell me that the admiral was writing in bed, and hoped I would wait.
“Certainly.”
I had been waiting a few minutes, when Da Loglio, the Polish agent at Venice and an old friend of mine, came in.
“What are you doing here, my dear Casanova?” said he.
“I am waiting for an interview with the admiral.”
“He is very busy.”
After this, Da Loglio coolly went into the admiral’s room. This was impertinent of him; it was as if he said in so many words that the admiral was too busy to see me, but not too busy to see him.
A moment after, Marquis Manucci came in with his order of St. Anne and his formal air. He congratulated me on my visit to Leghorn, and then said he had read my work on Venice, and had been surprised to find himself in it.