Young people cannot practise too much the art of walking.
The next day, refreshed by a good night's rest, and ready to resume my journey, I wanted to pay the innkeeper, but, alas! a new misfortune was in store for me! Let the reader imagine my sad position! I recollected that I had forgotten my purse, containing seven sequins, on the table of the inn at Tolentino.

What a thunderbolt! I was in despair, but I gave up the idea of going back, as it was very doubtful whether I would find my money.

Yet it contained all I possessed, save a few copper coins I had in my pocket.

I paid my small bill, and, deeply grieved at my loss, continued my journey towards Seraval.

I was within three miles of that place when, in jumping over a ditch, I sprained my ankle, and was compelled to sit down on one side of the road, and to wait until someone should come to my assistance.
In the course of an hour a peasant happened to pass with his donkey, and he agreed to carry me to Seraval for one paolo.