The meal over, he proceeded to impart to me his adventures, which were ordinary enough, and like those which many a poor devil has to undergo; and while he talked his pretty daughter sat on my knee. Bassi brought his story to an end by saying that he was going to Venice for the carnival, and was sure of making a lot of money. I wished him all the luck he could desire, and on his asking me what profession I followed the fancy took me to reply that I was a doctor.
“That’s a better trade than mine,” said he, “and I am happy to be able to give you a valuable present.”
“What is that?” I asked.
“The receipt for the Venetian Specific, which you can sell at two florins a pound, while it will only cost you four gros.”
“I shall be delighted; but tell me, how is the treasury?”
“Well, I can’t complain for a first night. I have paid all expenses, and have given my actors a florin apiece. But I am sure I don’t know how I am to play to-morrow, as the company has rebelled; they say they won’t act unless I give each of them a florin in advance.”
“They don’t ask very much, however.”
“I know that, but I have no money, and nothing to pledge; but they will be sorry for it afterwards, as I am sure I shall make at least fifty florins to-morrow.”
“How many are there in the company?”
“Fourteen, including my family. Could you lend me ten florins? I would pay you back tomorrow night.”