It was the last thing he would have wished to think of just now, and he drove the detestable image from his mind.
It must be midnight! How long was he to stand shivering there?
Waiting in vain, perhaps?
Cheated, after all?
Two thousand ducats for nothing.
Lorenzi behind the curtain, mocking at the fool outside! Involuntarily he gripped the hilt of the sword he carried beneath the cloak, pressed to his naked body.

After all, with a fellow like Lorenzi one must be prepared for any tricks.
At that instant he heard a gentle rattling, and knew it was made by the grating of Marcolina's window hi opening.

Then both wings of the window were drawn back, though the curtain still veiled the interior.

Casanova remained motionless for a few seconds more, until the curtain was pulled aside by an unseen hand.

Taking this as a sign, he swung himself over the sill into the room, and promptly closed window and grating behind him.