Through the hall, where half-emptied glasses were still standing on the table, he made his way into the garden.

Since it was impossible to walk silently on the gravel, he promptly stepped on to the greensward, which now, in the early twilight, seemed an area of vast proportions.

He slipped into the side alley, from which he could see Marcolina's window.

It was closed, barred, and curtained, just as it had been overnight.

Barely fifty paces from the house, Casanova seated himself upon a stone bench.