Casanova leaped from the carriage.

The hostess stood in the doorway.

She was bright and smiling, in the mood apparently to give Casanova the warm welcome of a lover whose absence has been regretted and whose return has been eagerly desired.

But Casanova looked warningly towards the coachman, implying that the man might be an inconvenient witness, and then told him to eat and drink to his heart's content.
"A letter from Venice arrived for you yesterday, Chevalier," announced the hostess.
"Another ?" enquired Casanova, going upstairs to his room.
The hostess followed.

A sealed despatch was lying on the table.