Over an adjoining chair was hanging a light, gauzy dress.
"Is that Marcolina's room ?" enquired Casanova.
Amalia nodded.

"Do you like her ?" she said--nonchalantly, as it seemed to Casanova.
"Of course, since she is good looking." "She's a good girl as well." Casanova shrugged, as if the goodness were no concern of his.

Then: "Tell me, Amalia, did you think me still handsome when you first saw me to-day ?" "I do not know if your looks have changed.

To me you seem just the same as of old.

You are as I have always seen you, as I have seen you in my dreams." "Look well, Amalia.