He knew she had in mind to provide a farewell feast, and though he felt no appetite for it, he agreed to the suggestion simply to be rid of her.
As soon as she was gone, he packed his bag with such underclothing and books as he urgently needed.

Then, making his way to the parlor, where the coachman was enjoying a generous meal, he asked the man whether, for a sum which was more than double the usual fare, he would with the same horse drive along the Venice road as far as the next posting station.
The coachman agreed without demur, thus relieving Casanova of his principal anxiety for the time.
Now the hostess entered, flushed with annoyance, to ask whether he had forgotten that his breakfast was awaiting him in his room.

Casanova nonchalantly replied that he had not forgotten for a moment, and begged her, since he was short of time, to take his draft to the bank, and to bring back the two hundred and fifty lire.

While she was hastening to fetch the money, Casanova returned to his room, and began to eat with wolfish voracity.

He continued his meal when the hostess came back; stopping merely for an instant to pocket the money she brought him.
When he had finished eating, he turned to the woman.