The good lady gave us a good dinner of fish cooked in oil, which in Orsara is delicious, and we drank some exquisite refosco.

During our meal, a priest happened to drop in, and, after a short conversation, he told me that I ought not to pass the night on board the tartan, and pressed me to accept a bed in his house and a good dinner for the next day in case the wind should not allow us to sail; I accepted without hesitation.

I offered my most sincere thanks to the good old lady, and the priest took me all over the town.

In the evening, he brought me to his house where we partook of an excellent supper prepared by his housekeeper, who sat down to the table with us, and with whom I was much pleased.

The refosco, still better than that which I had drunk at dinner, scattered all my misery to the wind, and I conversed gaily with the priest.