At this moment Amalia and Marcolina emerged from the house.

Olivo besought them to second his invitation.
But when neither found a word to say on the matter, Casanova's voice and expression assumed an unduly severe emphasis as he answered: "Quite out of the question." On the way through the chestnut avenue to the road, Marcolina asked Casanova whether he had made satisfactory progress with the polemic.
Olivo had told her that his guest had been at the writing-table since early morning.
Casanova was half inclined to make an answer that would have been malicious in its ambiguity, and would have startled his auditor without betraying himself.

Reflecting, however, that premature advances could do his cause nothing but harm, he held his wit in leash, and civilly rejoined that he had been content to make a few emendations, the fruit of his conversation with her yesterday.
Now they all seated themselves in the lumbering carriage.

Casanova sat opposite Marcolina, Olivo opposite Amalia.

The vehicle was so roomy that, notwithstanding the inevitable joltings, the inmates were not unduly jostled one against the other.