And, since it is quite impossible for me to suppose that the Marchesa had them reset in rings for Lieutenant Lorenzi, it is obvious that they have been stolen--that the whole set has been stolen.

Well, well, the pledge suffices, Signor Lieutenant, for the nonce." "Lorenzi!" cried Olivo, "we all give you our word that no one shall ever hear a syllable from us about what has just happened." "And whatever Signor Lorenzi may have done," said Casanova, "you, Signor Marchese, are the greater rascal of the two." "I hope so," replied the Marchese.

"When anyone is as old as we are, Chevalier de Seingalt, assuredly he should not need lessons in rascality.

Good-evening, gentlemen." He rose to his feet.

No one responded to his farewell, and he went out.
For a space the silence was so intense, that once again the girls' laughter was heard from the garden, now seeming unduly loud.
Who would have ventured to utter the word that was searing Lorenzi's soul, as he stood at the table with his arm still raised?
Casanova, the only one of the company who had remained seated, derived an involuntary artistic pleasure from the contemplation of this fine, threatening gesture, meaningless now, but seemingly petrified, as if the young man had been transformed into a statue.
At length Olivo turned to him with a soothing air; the Ricardis, too, drew near; and the Abbate appeared to be working himself up for a speech.