As soon as she knew that Lorenzi was safely away, she drew a deep breath, and closed grating and window.

The curtain fell back into its place, and all was as it had been.

Except for one thing; for now, as if there were no longer any reason for delay, day dawned over house and garden.
Casanova was still lying behind the bench, his arms outstretched before him.

After a while he crept on all fours to the middle of the alley, and thence onward till he reached a place where he could not be seen from Marcolina's window or from any of the others.

Rising to his feet with an aching back, he stretched body and limbs, and felt himself restored to his senses, as though re-transformed from a whipped hound into a human being--doomed to feel the chastisement, not as bodily pain, but as profound humiliation.
"Why," he asked himself, "did I not go to the window while it was still open?
Why did I not leap over the sill?
Could she have offered any resistance; would she have dared to do so; hypocrite, liar, strumpet ?" He continued to rail at her as though he had a right to do so, as though he had been her lover to whom she had plighted troth and whom she had betrayed.