She loved poetry, and if it had not been that I was expecting the bishop, I would have fallen in love with her.

She was herself smitten with a young physician of great merit, named Righelini, who died in the prime of life, and whom I still regret.

I shall have to mention him in another part of my Memoirs.
Towards the end of the carnival, my mother wrote to M.Grimani that it would be a great shame if the bishop found me under the roof of an opera dancer, and he made up his mind to lodge me in a respectable and decent place.

He took the Abbe Tosello into consultation, and the two gentlemen thought that the best thing they could do for me would be to send me to a clerical seminary.

They arranged everything unknown to me, and the abbe undertook to inform me of their plan and to obtain from me a gracious consent.