Olivo and the Abbate seated themselves on a stone bench beneath the trees, not far from the house.
Amalia sauntered on with Casanova.

As soon as the two were out of hearing, she began to converse with Casanova in a tone which seemed to ignore the lapse of years.
"So we meet again, Casanova! How I have longed for this day.

I never doubted its coming." "A mere chance has brought me," said Casanova coldly.
Amalia smiled.

"Have it your own way," she said.

"Anyhow, you are here! All these sixteen years I have done nothing but dream of this day!" "I can't help thinking," countered Casanova, "that throughout the long interval you must have dreamed of many other things--and must have done more than dream." Amalia shook her head.