Most likely, he would have been an old bachelor and Amalia an old maid.
Casanova let him ramble on without paying much heed.

The incident was one among many of the date to which it belonged.

As he turned it over in his mind, it seemed to him the most trivial of them all, it had hardly even troubled the waters of memory.
He had been travelling from Rome to Turin or Paris--he had forgotten which.

During a brief stay in Mantua, he caught sight of Amalia in church one morning.

Pleased with her appearance, with her handsome but pale and somewhat woebegone face, he gallantly addressed her a friendly question.