"He was in the battle at Pavia three years ago." Marcolina said not a word.
Casanova knew enough.

He went to the window beside Marcolina and looked out into the garden.

He saw nothing but the wide greensward where the children were playing.

It was surrounded by a close-set row of stately trees within the encompassing wall.
"What lovely grounds," he said, turning to Olivo.

"I should so like to have a look at them." "Nothing would please me better, Chevalier," answered Olivo, "than to show you my vineyards and the rest of my estate.