Five days, three days, and she would have given herself to me, knowing me to be Casanova." He stood close to the wall of the house beneath Marcolina's window, which was still closed.

His thoughts ran on: "Is it too late?
I could come back to-morrow or the next day.

Could begin the work of seduction--in honorable fashion, so to speak.

To-night would be but a foretaste of the future.

Marcolina must not learn that I have been here to-day--or not until much later.".