“You missed your opportunity,” said the princess.
“I don’t think so,” said the cardinal, “I believe, on the contrary, that he has made his victory more sure for another time.”
In the evening, I went to the convent where the superioress gave me her warmest welcome. She complimented me on having amused myself with the two girls till three o’clock in the morning without doing anything wrong. They had told her how we had eaten the oysters, and she said it was an amusing idea. I admired her candour, simplicity, or philosophy, whichever you like to call it.
After these preliminaries, she told me that I could make Emilie happy by obtaining, through the influence of the princess, a dispensation to marry without the publication of banns a merchant of Civita Vecchia, who would have married her long ago only that there was a woman who pretended to have claims upon him. If banns were published this woman would institute a suit which might go on forever.
“If you do this,” she concluded, “you will have the merit of making Emilie happy.”
I took down the man’s name, and promised to do my best with the princess.
“Are you still determined to cure yourself of your love for Armelline?”
“Yes, but I shall not begin the cure till Lent.”
“I congratulate you; the carnival is unusually long this year.”
The next day I spoke of the matter to the princess. The first requisite was a certificate from the Bishop of Civita Vecchia, stating that the man was free to marry. The cardinal said that the man must come to Rome, and that the affair could be managed if he could bring forward two good witnesses who would swear that he was unmarried.