You know perfectly well that those paltry gold pieces were a wedding present from the friend of Amalia's mother.

Please drop the subject.

What are a few ducats to me ?" He raised his voice as he spoke, so that the Marchese, who had paused at a few paces' distance could hear the concluding words.
"I stand at a turning-point in my fortunes." Olivo exchanged glances with Casanova, as if asking permission, and then explained to the Marchese: "You must know that the Chevalier has been summoned to Venice, and will set out for home in a few days." "I would rather put it," remarked Casanova as they approached the house, "that summonses, growing ever more urgent, have been reaching me for a considerable while.

But it seems to me that the senators took long enough to make up their minds, and may in their turn practise the virtue of patience." "Unquestionably," said the Marchese, "you are entitled to stand upon your dignity, Chevalier." They emerged from the avenue on to the greensward, across which the shadow of the house had now lengthened.

Close to the dwelling, the rest of the little company was awaiting them.