The monk would have nothing but straw.

If he had guessed that without him I might have starved, he would most likely not have felt so much vanity at sharing my room.

A sailor, expecting to find in me a generous customer, came to enquire where my trunk was, and, hearing from me that I did not know, he, as well as Captain Alban, went to a great deal of trouble to find it, and I could hardly keep down my merriment when the captain called, begging to be excused for having left it behind, and assuring me that he would take care to forward it to me in less than three weeks.
The friar, who had to remain with me four weeks, expected to live at my expense, while, on the contrary, he had been sent by Providence to keep me.

He had provisions enough for one week, but it was necessary to think of the future.
After supper, I drew a most affecting picture of my position, shewing that I should be in need of everything until my arrival at Rome, where I was going, I said, to fill the post of secretary of memorials, and my astonishment may be imagined when I saw the blockhead delighted at the recital of my misfortunes.
"I undertake to take care of you until we reach Rome; only tell me whether you can write." "What a question! Are you joking ?" "Why should I?
Look at me; I cannot write anything but my name.

True, I can write it with either hand; and what else do I want to know ?" "You astonish me greatly, for I thought you were a priest." "I am a monk; I say the mass, and, as a matter of course, I must know how to read.