He looked up and recognised Gasparo Carnesecchi's sallow face and long nose.
"Eh! Sor Marzio--is it you ?" asked the lawyer.
"I think so," answered the artist.

"Excuse me, I was thinking of something." "No matter.

Of what were you thinking, then?
Of Pasquino ?" "Why not?
But I was thinking of something else.

You are in a hurry, I am sure.

Otherwise we would speak of that affair." "I am never in a hurry when there is business to be treated," replied Carnesecchi, looking down the street and preparing to listen.
"You know what I mean," Marzio began.