But, for this very reason, to probe the matter curiously would have seemed to him ignoble and foolish.

The door closed behind the party, shutting in a secret which he was never to unriddle.

Were it not that the expression on each face had shown timidly and fugitively that the call to Casanova had reached the ears of all, each might have fancied himself or herself a prey to illusion.

No one uttered a word as they walked through the cloisters to the great doors.

Casanova brought up the rear, with bowed head, as if on the occasion of some profoundly affecting farewell.
The porter was waiting.