All girls.

Thirteen, ten, and eight--not one of them old enough yet--you'll excuse me, won't you--to have her head turned by Casanova." He laughed good-humoredly, and made as if to help Casanova into the carriage.

The latter shook his head.

He had been tempted for a moment by natural curiosity to accept Olivo's invitation.

Then his impatience returned in full force, and he assured his would-be host that unfortunately urgent business called him away from Mantua that very afternoon.
What could he expect to find in Olivo's house?
Sixteen years were a long time! Amalia would be no younger and no prettier.