It seemed as if his chief concern must be to bring the erstwhile lovers together once again.
As for Casanova, all he could think of was that Marcolina was in her room, undressing in leisurely fashion, and that if the window were open her white skin must be gleaming into the night.

Seized with desire so intense as almost to put him beside himself, he moved to rise from his place by the Marchese and to leave the room.

The Marchese, however, interpreting this movement as a resolve to take a hand in the game, said: "At last! We were sure you would not be content to play the part of spectator, Chevalier." The Marchese dealt him a card.

Casanova staked all he had on his person, about ten ducats, which was nearly the whole of his entire wealth.
Without counting the amount, he emptied his purse on the table, hoping to lose it at a single cast.

That would be a sign of luck.