"I have relatives, and a connoisseur like yourself must surely be acquainted with the name of one of my brothers, Francesco Casanova, the painter." It seemed that the Marchese had no claim to connoisseurship in this field either, and he turned the conversation to acquaintances living in Naples, Rome, Milan, or Mantua, persons whom Casanova was not unlikely to have met.

In this connection he also mentioned the name of Baron Perotti, but somewhat contemptuously.
Casanova was constrained to admit that he often played cards at the Baron's house.

"For distraction," he explained; "for half an hour's relaxation before bedtime.

In general, I have given up this way of wasting my time." "I am sorry," said the Marchese, "for I must own it has been one of the dreams of my life to cross swords with you.

Not only, indeed, at the card table; for when I was younger I would gladly have been your rival in other fields.