"Come," he said, "come, little wife, we will walk arm in arm into the room downstairs!" She seemed a little coy at first, but smiled with genuine gratification.
It was high time for them to go down, for they met Olivo coming up.

He was flushed and wore a frown, so that Casanova promptly inferred that the Marchese or the Abbate had roused his suspicions by some coarse jest concerning Teresina's prolonged absence.

His brow cleared when he beheld Casanova on the threshold, standing arm in arm with the girl as if in sport.
"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting, Olivo," said Casanova.

"I had to finish my letter." He held the missive out to Olivo in proof of his words.
"Take it," said Olivo to Teresina, smoothing her rumpled hair.

"Hand it to the messenger." "Here are two gold pieces for the man," added Casanova.