You won't mind driving the rest of the way alone," he added, turning to the Marchesa, who had meanwhile been gazing at Casanova with searching, passionate eyes.
Without awaiting his wife's answer, the Marchese nodded to the coachman, who promptly lashed the horses furiously, as if he had some reason for driving his mistress away at top speed.

In an instant the carriage vanished in a whirl of dust.
"The whole neighborhood," said the Marchese, "is already aware that the Chevalier de Seingalt has come to spend a few days with his friend Olivo.

It must be glorious to bear so renowned a name." "You flatter me, Signor Marchese," replied Casanova.

"I have not yet abandoned the hope of winning such a name, but I am still far from having done so.

It may be that a work on which I am now engaged will bring me nearer to the goal." "We can take a short cut here," said Olivo, turning into a path which led straight to the wall of his garden.
"Work ?" echoed the Marchese with a doubtful air.