Noticing that it was bloody, he wiped it on the grass.

He thought for a moment of dressing the corpse, but to do this would have involved the loss of precious and irrecoverable minutes.
Paying the last duties, he bent once more and closed Lorenzi's eyes.
"Lucky fellow," he murmured; and then, dreamily, he kissed the dead man's forehead.
He strode along beside the wall, turned the angle, and regained the road.

The carriage was where he had left it, the coachman fast asleep on the box.

Casanova was careful to avoid waking the man at first.

Not until he had cautiously taken his seat did he call out: "Hullo, drive on, can't you ?" and prodded him in the back.