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Updated: June 12, 2025
He went to the window beside Marcolina and looked out into the garden. He saw nothing but the wide greensward where the children were playing. It was surrounded by a close-set row of stately trees within the encompassing wall. "What lovely grounds," he said, turning to Olivo. "I should so like to have a look at them."
"Are you satisfied now, Signor Marchese?" enquired Lorenzi, moving as if to go. "I am satisfied," answered the Marchese, with an evil chuckle; "all the more, seeing that the rings are stolen." Lorenzi turned sharply, clenching his fist as if about to strike the Marchese. Olivo and the Abbate seized Lorenzi's arm.
She will have nothing to do with any man." Casanova laughed. "What about Lieutenant Lorenzi?" "Lorenzi? What do you mean?" "He is her lover. I am sure of it." "You are utterly mistaken. He asked for her hand, and she rejected his proposal. Yet he is young and handsome. I almost think him handsomer than you ever were, Casanova!" "He was a suitor for her hand?" "Ask Olivo if you don't believe me."
I had no knowledge of human nature, no knowledge of artifice and tricks, and I could not understand how I found myself coolly witnessing such a scene, and composedly calm in the presence of two beings, one of whom I intended to kill and the other to dishonour. At the end of an hour Bettina fell asleep. A nurse and Doctor Olivo came soon after.
Olivo said a word or two to the lad who was driving the trap in which the children had come, and the fellow whipped up the pony and drove along the road towards Mantua. Laughing and joking, the girls took possession of the seat opposite Olivo and Casanova.
He was flushed and wore a frown, so that Casanova promptly inferred that the Marchese or the Abbate had roused his suspicions by some coarse jest concerning Teresina's prolonged absence. His brow cleared when he beheld Casanova on the threshold, standing arm in arm with the girl as if in sport. "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting, Olivo," said Casanova. "I had to finish my letter."
"I will show you your room immediately," answered Olivo. "I do hope, Chevalier, you will find it to your taste; almost as much to your taste," he winked, and added in a low tone, "as your room in the inn at Mantua though here one or two little things may be lacking." He led the way upstairs into the gallery surrounding the hall. From one of the corners a narrow wooden stairway led into the tower.
"Impossible!" "Oh, well, we'll see," observed Casanova affably. "Here, Teresina, take this, a gold piece for yourself." When Olivo demurred, Casanova added: "Put it in your moneybox, Teresina. That letter is worth any amount of gold pieces!" Teresina tripped away, and Casanova nodded to himself contentedly.
This conduct provoked me almost to madness, but my surprise was indeed great when, at the breakfast table, she asked me whether I would let her dress me up as a girl to accompany her five or six days later to a ball for which a neighbour of ours, Doctor Olivo, had sent letters of invitation. Everybody having seconded the motion, I gave my consent.
The Marchese won. Lorenzi went on with the game, as if this were now a matter of course, and was soon in the Marchese's debt to the amount of one hundred ducats. At this stage Casanova became banker, and had even better luck than the Marchese. There remained only three players. To-day the brothers Ricardi stood aside without complaint. Olivo and the Abbate were merely interested onlookers.
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