or his valuables—for, as your excellency knows, there are no thieves in
Corsica—complained that he had lost a louis out of his purse; we thought
he must have made a mistake in counting his money, but he persisted in
the accuracy of his statement. One day, Benedetto, who had been gone
from the house since morning, to our great anxiety, did not return until
late in the evening, dragging a monkey after him, which he said he had
found chained to the foot of a tree. For more than a month past, the
mischievous child, who knew not what to wish for, had taken it into his
head to have a monkey. A boatman, who had passed by Rogliano, and who
had several of these animals, whose tricks had greatly diverted him,
had, doubtless, suggested this idea to him. ‘Monkeys are not found in
our woods
