He informs you himself of his intentions in the enclosed letter.

Answer him immediately, my dear son, and forward your letter to me; I will deliver it to the bishop.

He will pave your way to the highest dignities of the Church, and you may imagine my consolation if, in some twenty or thirty years, I had the happiness of seeing you a bishop, at least! Until his arrival, M.Grimani will take care of you.

I give you my blessing, and I am, my dear child, etc., etc." The bishop's letter was written in Latin, and was only a repetition of my mother's.

It was full of unction, and informed me that he would tarry but three days in Venice.
I answered according to my mother's wishes, but those two letters had turned my brain.