For an instant Casanova wondered whether someone might not come down the path.

Doubtless it was used only by Olivo and the members of his household.

It occurred to Casanova that these were perhaps the last minutes of his life, and he was amazed at his own calmness.
"M.

Voltaire is a lucky fellow," came as a passing thought.

But in truth he had no interest in Voltaire, and he would have been glad at this supreme moment to have been able to call up pleasanter images than that of the old author's vulturine physiognomy.