indeed, even now, the bare recollection of it forces a smile, for never was waggery better or more fortunately maintained.This would have made us merry during the remainder of our journey, if M.le Maitre (who did not cease drinking) had not been two or three times attacked with a complaint that he afterwards became very subject to, and which resembled an epilepsy.These fits threw me into the most fearful embarrassments, from which I resolved to extricate myself with the first opportunity.
According to the information given to M.Reydelet, we passed our Easter holidays at Bellay, and though not expected there, were received by the music-master, and welcomed by every one with great pleasure.M.le Maitre was of considerable note in his profession, and, indeed, merited that distinction.The music-master of Bellay (who was fond of his own works) endeavored to obtain the approbation of so good a judge; for besides being a connoisseur, M.le Maitre was equitable, neither a jealous, ill-natured critic, nor a servile flatterer.He was so superior to the generality of country music-masters, and they were so sensible of it, that they treated him rather as their chief than a brother musician.
Having passed four or five days very agreeably at Bellay, we departed, and continuing our journey without meeting with any accidents, except those I have just spoken of, arrived at Lyons, and were lodged at Notre Dame de Pitie.While we waited for the arrival of the before-mentioned case (which by the assistance of another lie, and the care of our good patron, M.Reydelet, we had embarked on the Rhone) M.le Maitre went to visit his acquaintance, and among others Father Caton, a Cordelier, who will be spoken of hereafter, and the Abbe Dortan, Count of Lyons, both of whom received him well, but afterwards betrayed him, as will be seen presently; indeed, his good fortune terminated with M.Reydelet.
Two days after our arrival at Lyons, as we passed a little street not far from our inn, Le Maitre was attacked by one of his fits; but it was now so violent as to give me the utmost alarm.I screamed with terror, called for help, and naming our inn, entreated some one to bear him to it; then (while the people were assembled, and busy round a man that had fallen senseless in the street) he was abandoned by the only friend on whom he could have any reasonable dependence; I seized the instant when no one heeded me, turned the corner of the street and disappeared.Thanks to Heaven, I have made my third painful confession; if many such remained, I should certainly abandon the work I have undertaken.
