Then he realized that his own image stood before him, the image of himself as he had been thirty years before.
"Have I been reincarnated in his form ?" Casanova asked himself.

"But I must have died before that could happen." It flashed through his mind: "Have I not been dead for a long time?
What is there left of the Casanova who was young, handsome, and happy ?" Amalia broke in upon his musings.

As if from a distance, though she stood close at hand, she asked him how he had enjoyed his walk.

Raising his voice so that all could hear, he expressed his admiration for the fertile, well-managed estate.
Meanwhile upon the greensward the maidservant was laying the table for supper.

The two elder girls were "helping." With much fuss and giggling, they brought out of the house the silver, the wine glasses, and other requisites.
Gradually the dusk fell; a cool breeze stirred through the garden.
Marcolina went to the table, to put the finishing touches to the work of the maidservant and the girls.