The startled coachman looked round, greatly astonished to find that it was broad daylight.
Then he whipped up his horse and drove off.
Casanova sat far back in the carriage, wrapped in the cloak which had once belonged to Lorenzi.

In the village a few children were to be seen in the streets, but it was plain that the elders were already at work in the fields.

When the houses had been left behind Casanova drew a long breath.

Opening the valise, he withdrew his clothes, and dressed beneath the cover of the cloak, somewhat concerned lest the coachman should turn and discover his fare's strange behavior.

But nothing of the sort happened.