“Oh! the time has gone by for them! But tell me, my love, where will you wait for me to-morrow, two hours after the setting of the sun?”
“Could I not wait for you at your casino?”
“No, because my lover will take me himself to Venice.”
“Your lover?”
“Yes, himself.”
“It is not possible.”
“Yet it is true.”
“I can wait for you in St. John and St. Paul’s Square behind the pedestal of the statue of Bartholomew of Bergamo.”
“I have never seen either the square or the statue except in engravings; it is enough, however, and I will not fail. Nothing but very stormy weather could prevent me from coming to a rendezvous for which my heart is panting.”
“And if the weather were bad?”