“Where does she live?”
“At the end of this street. There’s her house, sir; she lodges on the first floor.”
This was all I wanted to know, so I said no more, but took note of the various turnings, that I might be able to find my way alone the next day. I ate a light supper, and told Le Duc to call me at six o’clock.
“But it is not light till seven.”
“I know that.”
“Very good.”
At the dawn of day, I was at the door of the woman I had loved so passionately. I went to the first floor, rang the bell, and an old woman came out and asked me if I were M. Casanova. I told her that I was, whereupon she said that the lady had informed her I was not coming till eight.
“She said seven.”
“Well, well, it’s of no consequence. Kindly walk in here. I will go and awake her.”
In five minutes, the young husband in his night-cap and dressing-gown came in, and said that his wife would not be long. Then looking at me attentively with an astounded stare, he said,