I thought of Sebastian Pasquale.

I amused myself by seeking a Renaissance type of which he must be the reincarnation.

I fixed upon young Olgiati, one of the assassins of Gian Galeazzo Sforza.

Of the many hundreds of British youths who passed before my eyes during my slavery, he is the only one who has sought me out in his manhood.

And strange to say we had only a few months together, during my first year's apprenticeship to the dismal craft, he being in the sixth form, and but three or four years younger than I.He was the maddest, oddest, most diabolical and most unpopular boy in the school.