"You will return here to-night, to Marcolina's arms!" Rage flamed up in him anew.
"What!" exclaimed the Marchese maliciously.

"The evening will not come for hours.

Is the game to stop so early?
If you like, Lorenzi, my coachman shall drive home with a message to the Marchesa to let her know that you will be late." "I am going to ride to Mantua," rejoined Lorenzi impatiently.

The Marchese, ignoring this statement, went on: "There is still plenty of time.

Put up some of your own money, if it be but a single gold piece." He dealt Lorenzi a card.
"I have not a single gold piece left," said Lorenzi wearily.
"Really ?" "Not one," asserted Lorenzi, as if tired of the whole matter.
"Never mind," said the Marchese, with a sudden assumption of amiability which was far from congenial.