Suddenly reaching upwards, she seized one of them in mid air, and laughed triumphantly.
The girls flung themselves upon her as she lay defenceless.
Casanova thrilled.

"Neither my lips nor my hands are yours to kiss.
Your waiting for me and your dreams of me will prove to have been vain--unless I should first make Marcolina mine." "Are you mad, Casanova ?" exclaimed Amalia, with distress in her voice.
"If I am, we are both on the same footing," replied Casanova.

"You are mad because in me, an old man, you think that you can rediscover the beloved of your youth; I am mad because I have taken it into my head that I wish to possess Marcolina.

But perhaps we shall both be restored to reason.

Marcolina shall restore me to youth--for you.