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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Come," he said, "come, little wife, we will walk arm in arm into the room downstairs!" She seemed a little coy at first, but smiled with genuine gratification. It was high time for them to go down, for they met Olivo coming up.
And, since it is quite impossible for me to suppose that the Marchesa had them reset in rings for Lieutenant Lorenzi, it is obvious that they have been stolen that the whole set has been stolen. Well, well, the pledge suffices, Signor Lieutenant, for the nonce." "Lorenzi!" cried Olivo, "we all give you our word that no one shall ever hear a syllable from us about what has just happened."
The next day Doctor Olivo found her very feverish, and told her brother that she would most likely be excited and delirious, but that it would be the effect of the fever and not the work of the devil. And truly, Bettina was raving all day, but Dr. Gozzi, placing implicit confidence in the physician, would not listen to his mother, and did not send for the Jacobin friar.
She was a customer of Signor Olivo's, she explained to Casanova, for an excellent medium-dry wine grown on his estate. Olivo protested that the Chevalier de Seingalt would do his modest home the greatest possible honor by finishing the work in question there. A change to the country could not but be helpful in such an undertaking.
He held the missive out to Olivo in proof of his words. "Take it," said Olivo to Teresina, smoothing her rumpled hair. "Hand it to the messenger." "Here are two gold pieces for the man," added Casanova. "He must bestir himself, so that the letter may leave Mantua for Venice to-day. And ask him to tell my hostess at the inn that I shall return this evening." "This evening?" exclaimed Olivo.
He begged the hostess to forward promptly by messenger any letters that should arrive during his absence, since they might be of the first importance. Matters having thus been arranged to Olivo's complete satisfaction, Casanova went to his room, made ready for the journey, and returned to the parlor in a quarter of an hour. Olivo, meanwhile, had been having a lively business talk with the hostess.
Yet even as he mused, he knew he was merely attempting to deceive himself, console himself, save himself; and all his endeavors were vain. Olivo, who had now come up, addressed Marcolina. "Have I not done well to invite some one here with whom you can converse as learnedly as with your professors at Bologna?"
She had refused them all, and it seemed to be her design to devote her whole life to the service of knowledge. As Olivo rambled on with his story, Casanova's desires grew beyond measure, while the recognition that these desires were utterly foolish and futile reduced him almost to despair. Casanova and Olivo regained the highroad.
Through the cloisters, between the columns of which they caught glimpses of an overgrown garden, they advanced towards the main building, from whose unadorned, grey, and prison-like exterior an unpleasantly cool air was wafted. Olivo pulled the bellrope; the answering sound was high-pitched, and died away in a moment. A veiled nun silently appeared, and ushered the guests into the spacious parlor.
Too pointedly, in Casanova's estimation, she attempted to engage Amalia in a discussion of household affairs, a topic upon which Olivo was compelled to come to his wife's assistance. Casanova soon joined in the discussion, which turned upon matters relating to kitchen and cellar.
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