"I have just received the best possible news from Venice, and I must reply instantly.

With your leave, I will go to my room." "Suit yourself, Chevalier," said Olivo.

"But do not forget that our card party begins in an hour." In the turret chamber Casanova sank into a chair.

A chill sweat broke out over his body; he shivered as if in the cold stage of a fever; he was seized with such nausea that he felt as if he were about to choke.
For a time he was unable to think clearly, and he could do no more than devote his energies to the task of self-restraint without quite knowing why he did so.

But there was no one in the house upon whom he could vent his fury; and he could not fail to realize the utter absurdity of a half-formed idea that Marcolina must be in some way contributory to the intolerable shame which had been put upon him.
As soon as he was in some degree once more master of himself, his first thought was to take revenge upon the scoundrels who had believed that he could be hired as a police spy.