—I know all that you would say.
—Say it then if you know it.
—You pretend to know it better than I do.
—Alas! Cocles, you get cross;—but for the love of God tell me what ought I to do?
—Ah! nothing more for me, I beg you; you have already given me a glass eye....
—Glass, in lack of a better, my Cocles.
—Yes—after having half blinded me.
—But it was not I, dear Cocles.
—It was more or less; and in any case you can pay for the eye—thanks to my blow.
—Cocles! forget the past!...