Had he not learned a thousand times that in the souls of all persons who are truly alive, discrepant elements, nay, apparently hostile elements, may coexist in perfect harmony?
He himself, who shortly before had been so profoundly moved, had been desperate, had been ready for evil deeds, was now so gentle, so kindly, in so merry a mood, that Olivo's little daughters were shaking their sides with laughter.

Nevertheless, as was usual with him after strong excitement, his appetite was positively ferocious, and this served to warn him that order was not yet fully restored in his soul.
With the last course, the maid brought in a despatch which had just arrived for the Chevalier by special messenger from Mantua.

Olivo noticed that Casanova grew pale.

He told the servant to provide the messenger with refreshment, then turned to his guest.
"Pray don't stand upon ceremony, Chevalier.

Read your letter." "If you will excuse me," answered Casanova.