“Wait in the antechamber. I will do your business for you.”
When I had finished I called him in, and found my other brother and his wife, who said they had come to ask me to give them a dinner.
“Welcome!” said I. “You are come just in time to see me deal with the abbe, who has resolved at last to go to Rome and to follow my directions.”
I sent Clairmont to the diligence office, and told him to book a place for Lyons; and then I wrote out five bills of exchange, of five louis each, on Lyons, Turin, Genoa, Florence, and Rome.
“Who is to assure me that these bills will be honoured?”
“I assure you, blockhead. If you don’t like them you can leave them.”
Clairmont brought the ticket for the diligence and I gave it to the abbe, telling him roughly to be gone.
“But I may dine with you, surely?” said he.
“No, I have done with you. Go and dine with Possano, as you are his accomplice in the horrible attempt he made to murder me. Clairmont, shew this man out, and never let him set foot here again.”
No doubt more than one of my readers will pronounce my treatment of the abbe to have been barbarous; but putting aside the fact that I owe no man an account of my thoughts, deeds, and words, nature had implanted in me a strong dislike to this brother of mine, and his conduct as a man and a priest, and, above all, his connivance with Possano, had made him so hateful to me that I should have watched him being hanged with the utmost indifference, not to say with the greatest pleasure. Let everyone have his own principles and his own passions, and my favourite passion has always been vengeance.