A belated settlement, but it comes from a grateful heart." Casanova made a gesture of refusal.
"I insist," said Olivo.

"If you do not take the money, you will wound us deeply.

Besides, last night Amalia had a dream which will certainly induce you--but I will let her tell the story herself." He turned and left the room precipitately.
Casanova counted the money.

Yes, there were one hundred and fifty gold pieces, the very sum that fifteen years earlier he had presented to the bridegroom, the bride, or the bride's mother--he had forgotten which.
"The best thing I could do," he mused, "would be to pack up the money, say farewell to Olivo and Amalia, and leave the place at once, if possible without seeing Marcolina again.

Yet when was I ever guided by reason ?--I wonder if news has reached Mantua from Venice?
But my good hostess promised to forward without fail anything that might arrive." The maid meanwhile had brought a large earthenware pitcher filled with water freshly drawn from the spring.