I accepted his friendly invitation, and was punctual to the appointment.
My brother left Rome a short time afterwards with Prince Beloselski, the Russian ambassador to Dresden, with whom he had come; but his visit was unsuccessful, as Rezzonico proved inexorable. We only saw each other two or three times at Rome.
Three or four days after he had gone I had the agreeable surprise of seeing my brother the priest, in rags as usual. He had the impudence to ask me to help him.
“Where do you come from?”
“From Venice; I had to leave the place, as I could no longer make a living there.”
“Then how do you think of making a living at Rome?”
“By saying masses and teaching French.”
“You a teacher of languages! Why, you do not know your native tongue.”
“I know Italian and French too, and I have already got two pupils.”
“They will no doubt make wonderful progress under your fostering care. Who are they?”