Repassant à Padoue vers la fin de 1830, je courus à la maison du bon chanoine : il n’y était plus ; je le savais, mais je voulais revoir le salon où nous avions passé tant de soirées aimables, et, depuis, si souvent regrettées.
Passing through Padua again towards the end of 1830, I hastened to the house of the good Canon: he himself was dead, that I knew, but I wished to see once again the room in which we had passed so many pleasant evenings, evenings on which I had often looked back since.