We did not exchange one word during the evening, but in the morning he came to me as I was getting ready to go.

I again offered to return the money I received, but he told me to keep it, and proposed to give me fifty ounces more if I would give him back his bill of exchange for two thousand.

We began to argue the matter quietly, and after two hours of discussion I gave in.

I received fifty ounces more, we dined together like old friends, and embraced each other cordially.

As I was bidding him adieu, he gave me an order on his house at Naples for a barrel of muscatel wine, and he presented me with a splendid box containing twelve razors with silver handles, manufactured in the Tour-du-Grec.