Casanova and Olivo regained the highroad.

In a cloud of dust, a carriage drove up, and as they drew near the occupants shouted greetings.

The newcomers were an elderly gentleman in elegant attire and a lady who was somewhat younger, of generous proportions, and conspicuously rouged.
"The Marchese," whispered Olivo to his companion.
The carriage halted.
"Good evening, my dear Olivo," said the Marchese.

"Will you be so good as to introduce me to the Chevalier de Seingalt?
I have no doubt that it is the Chevalier whom I have the pleasure of seeing." Casanova bowed, saying: "Yes, I am he." "I am the Marchese Celsi.

Let me present the Marchesa, my spouse." The lady offered her finger tips.