He had already made up his mind to get out at an inn now in sight, hire whatever conveyance might be available, and drive back to the town, when Olivo uttered a loud "Hullo!" A pony trap suddenly pulled up, and their own carriage came to a halt, as if by mutual understanding.

Three young girls sprang out, moving with such activity that the knife-board on which they had been sitting flew into the air and was overturned.
"My daughters," said Olivo, turning to Casanova with a proprietary air.
Casanova promptly moved as if to relinquish his seat in the carriage.
"Stay where you are, my dear Chevalier," said Olivo.

"We shall be at home in a quarter of an hour, and for that little while we can all make shift together.

Maria, Nanetta, Teresina, this is the Chevalier de Seingalt, an old friend of mine.

Shake hands with him.