The hoofbeats echoed for a time from the garden wall, until sound and echo gradually died away.
At length Casanova's luck turned.

The Marchese staked more and more boldly.

By midnight Casanova was as poor as at the beginning; nay, poorer, for he had lost the few ducats with which he had made his first venture.

Pushing the cards away, he stood up with a smile, saying: "Thank you, gentlemen, for a pleasant game." Olivo stretched out both hands towards Casanova.

"Dear friend, let us go on with the game.....