There was old plate and old china upon the table, old cut glass of the diamond pattern, and an old butler who moved noiselessly about in the performance of the functions he had exercised in the same room for forty years, and which his father had exercised there before him.

Prince Saracinesca and Don Giovanni sat on opposite sides of the round table, now and then exchanging a few words.
"I was caught in the rain this afternoon," remarked the Prince.
"I hope you will not have a cold," replied his son, civilly.

"Why do you walk in such weather ?" "And you--why do you walk ?" retorted his father.

"Are you less likely to take cold than I am?
I walk because I have always walked." "That is an excellent reason.

I walk because I do not keep a carriage." "Why do not you keep one if you wish to ?" asked the Prince.
"I will do as you wish.