Her history, the tragedy of a crownless queen of sorrows, had transported me into a dreamy idealism.

I was soon the confidant of our seductive mobile Polish beauties.

Sinuous, insincere, changeful, passionate, and burning with the flames of Love and Life, I was, at once, their idol and their plaything, their hero, and their willing slave.
"For then, the spirit of old Poland rang out in my numbers, and I waked the quivering echoes of woman's heart at will.

It was in seventy-three that I was sent on a special mission to Prince Pierre Troubetskoi's splendid chateau at Jitomir in Volhynia.

The crafty Russians were watching us even there, and were busied in assembling troops secretly, at Kiev and Wilna.