Amalia had not grown fat, as he had feared.

She was still slim and youthful.

She recognized him instantly.
"What a pleasant surprise!" she exclaimed without the slightest embarrassment, hastening down the stairs, and offering her cheek to Casanova.

The latter, nothing loath, gave her a friendly hug.
"Am I really to believe," said he, "that Maria, Nanetta, and Teresina are your very own daughters, Amalia?
No doubt the passage of the years makes it possible...." "And all the other evidence is in keeping," supplemented Olivo.

"Rely upon that, Chevalier!" Amalia let her eyes dwell reminiscently upon the guest.