At the invitation of Charles, his aunt and his sister had gone to pay a morning visit to the young wife, and they returned with her.  Happiness never shone on a more lovely face!

M. Algarotti, going towards her, enquired from her affectionately whether she had had a good night.  Her only answer was to rush to her husband’s arms.  It was the most artless, and at the same time the most eloquent, answer she could possible give.  Then turning her beautiful eyes towards me, and offering me her hand, she said,

“M.  Casanova, I am happy, and I love to be indebted to you for my happiness.”

The tears which were flowing from my eyes, as I kissed her hand, told her better than words how truly happy I was myself.

The dinner passed off delightfully.  We then left for Mestra and Venice.  We escorted the married couple to their house, and returned home to amuse M. Bragadin with the relation of our expedition.  This worthy and particularly learned man said a thousand things about the marriage, some of great profundity and others of great absurdity.

I laughed inwardly.  I was the only one who had the key to the mystery, and could realize the secret of the comedy.