At his age, a girl of thirteen would not find him interesting.

Olivo, too, whom he had known in old days as a lean and eager student, was now a portly, countrified paterfamilias.

The proposed visit did not offer sufficient attractions to induce Casanova to abandon a journey that was to bring him thirty or forty miles nearer to Venice.
Olivo, however, was disinclined to take no for an answer.

Casanova must at least accept a lift back to the inn, a kindly suggestion that could not decently be refused.

It was only a few minutes' drive.