At one time members of the great world, they had been unfortunate in various undertakings.

At length they had returned to their birthplace, the neighboring village, to lead a retired life in a tiny house they had rented.

They were eccentric fellows, but quite harmless.
The Ricardis expressed their delight at renewing their acquaintance with the Chevalier, whom, they said, they had met in Paris a good many years ago.
Casanova could not recall the meeting.
"Perhaps it was in Madrid ?" said the Ricardis.
"Maybe," replied Casanova, though he was absolutely certain that he had never seen either of them before.
The younger of the two was spokesman.

The elder, who looked as if he might be ninety at least, accompanied his brother's words with incessant nods and grimaces.

By now every one had left the table, and before this the children had disappeared.