Although, many years before, during troublous times, he had for a few months been a soldier upon the island of Corfu (was there any profession on earth into which the current of fate had not drifted him ?), he had never had the good fortune to go through a real campaign, such as that which, he understood, Lieutenant Lorenzi was about to experience--a piece of luck for which he was inclined to envy the Lieutenant.
"Then you know more than I do, Signor Casanova," said Lorenzi in a challenging tone.

"Indeed, you are better informed than the Colonel himself, for he has just given me an indefinite extension of leave." "Is that so ?" exclaimed the Marchese, unable to master his rage.

He added spitefully: "Do you know, Lorenzi, we, or rather my wife, had counted so definitely on your leaving, that we had invited one of our friends, Baldi the singer, to stay with us next week." "No matter," rejoined Lorenzi, unperturbed.

"Baldi and I are the best of friends.

We shall get on famously together.