Talk to her; talk to her.

You will soon ask her pardon and mine." Marcolina came up with the girls, who ran on into the house.

She paused, as if out of courtesy to the guest, standing before him, while Amalia deliberately withdrew.

Indeed, it actually seemed to Casanova that from those pale, half-parted lips, from the smooth brow crowned with light-brown hair now restored to order, there emanated an aroma of aloofness and purity.

Rarely had he had this feeling with regard to any woman; nor had he had it in the case of Marcolina when they were within four walls.