The room I entered was full of people. His excellency, seeing me, smiled and drew upon me the attention of all his guests by saying aloud, “Here comes the young man who is a good judge of princes.”
“My lord, I have become a judge of nobility by frequenting the society of men like you.”
“The ladies are curious to know all you have done from the time of your escape from Corfu up to your return.”
“Then you sentence me, monsignor, to make a public confession?”
“Exactly; but, as it is to be a confession, be careful not to omit the most insignificant circumstance, and suppose that I am not in the room.”
“On the contrary, I wish to receive absolution only from your excellency. But my history will be a long one.”
“If such is the case, your confessor gives you permission to be seated.”
I gave all the particulars of my adventures, with the exception of my dalliance with the nymphs of the island.
“Your story is a very instructive one,” observed the general.
“Yes, my lord, for the adventures shew that a young man is never so near his utter ruin than when, excited by some great passion, he finds himself able to minister to it, thanks to the gold in his purse.”