Olivo's face lighted up in friendly fashion, and Amalia nodded a cordial greeting.

It was plain to Casanova that they were receiving him as one who had just performed a generous deed, but who would prefer, from a sense of refinement, that no allusion should be made to the matter.
"Are you really determined to leave us tomorrow, Chevalier ?" enquired Olivo.
"Not to-morrow," answered Casanova, "but, as I told you, this very evening." Olivo would fain have renewed his protests, but Casanova shrugged, saying in a tone of regret: "Unfortunately, my letter from Venice leaves me no option.

The summons sent to me is so honorable in every respect that to delay my return home would be an unpardonable affront to my distinguished patrons." He asked his host and hostess to excuse him for a brief space.

He would go to his room, make all ready for departure, and would then be able to enjoy the last hours of his stay undisturbed in his dear friends' company.
Disregarding further entreaties, he went to the turret chamber, and first of all changed his attire, since the simpler suit must suffice for the journey.

He then packed his valise, and listened for Lorenzi's footsteps with an interest which grew keener from moment to moment.
Before the time was up, Lorenzi, knocking once at the door, entered, wearing a dark blue riding-cloak.