"What a pleasant surprise!" she exclaimed without the slightest
embarrassment, hastening down the stairs, and offering her cheek to
Casanova. The latter, nothing loath, gave her a friendly hug.
"Am I really to believe," said he, "that Maria, Nanetta, and Teresina
are your very own daughters, Amalia? No doubt the passage of the years
makes it possible...."
"And all the other evidence is in keeping," supplemented Olivo. "Rely
upon that, Chevalier!"
Amalia let her eyes dwell reminiscently upon the guest. "I suppose," she
said, "it was your meeting with the Chevalier that has made you so late,
Olivo?"
"Yes, that is why I am late. But I hope there is still something to
eat?"
"Marcolina and I were frightfully hungry, but of course we have waited
dinner for you."
"Can you manage to wait a few minutes longer," asked Casanova, "while I
get rid of the dust of the drive?"
"I will show you your room immediately," answered Olivo. "I do hope,
Chevalier, you will find it to your taste; almost as much to your
taste," he winked, and added in a low tone, "as your room in the inn at
Mantua--though here one or two little things may be lacking.
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