He shook his head incredulously, as if he had been listening to a strange jest.

Olivo, who had followed the conversation with the keenest attention, and had accompanied the skilful parries of his marvellous friend with approving nods, could hardly repress a gesture of alarm.
They had just reached a narrow wooden door in the garden wall.

Olivo produced a key, and turned the creaking lock.

Giving the Marchese precedence into the garden, he arrested Casanova by the arm, whispering: "You must take back those last words, Chevalier, before you set foot in my house again.

The money I have been owing you these sixteen years awaits you.