"I turned on him squarely.
"'You waiting for me?'
"'Yes.'
"'What for?'
"'I want you to go to dinner with me.'
"'Where?'
"'Anywhere you say.'
"'I don't know you.'
"'Yes, that's what I thought you would say.'
"'Do you know me?'
"'No.'
"'Know my name?'
"'Yes, your name's Marny.'
"'What's yours?'
"'Mine's Diffendorfer.'
"'Where do you want to dine?'
"'Anywhere you say. How will the Quadri do?'
"'In a private room?' I said this to see how he would take it. He still
stood in the full glare of the lantern.
"'No, unless you prefer. I would rather dine downstairs--more people
there.'
"'All right--lead the way, I'll follow.'
"It was the worst night that you ever saw. Hardly a soul in the
streets. It had set in for a three days' storm, I knew; we always had
them in Venice during December. My friend kept right on without looking
behind him or speaking to me; over the bridge, through the Campo San
Moise and so on to the _Piazza_ and the caffe.
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