"This is an old tale which the hastiness of our American friend has forced us to rehearse.

The marriage was never recognized by the Vatican, and there was not twenty years--" "Antonio, it is the age which troubles you, after all!" I said, and laughed heartily, loudly, and a long time, in the most good-natured way, not to be undone as an actor.
"Twenty years," I repeated.

"But what of it?
Some of the best men in the world use dyes and false--" At this his temper went away from him suddenly and completely.

I had struck the right point indeed! "You cammorrista!" he cried, and became only himself, his hands gesturing and flying, all his pleasant manner gone.

"Why should we listen one second more to such a fisherman! The very seiners of the bay who sell dried sea-horses to the tourists are better gentlemen than you.
You can shrug your shoulders! I saw you in Paris, though you thought I did not! Oh, I saw you well! Ah! At the Cafe de la Paiz!" At this I cried out suddenly.