"And you are going to marry?"
"Poh! Who is there to marry me? I should despise any young woman who was willing to, and I won't have an old one, not I. Take something more to drink, Isidoro Pane."
"You must want to make me tipsy!—well, as it's a holiday—here's to the bride and groom!"
"What bride and groom?"
"Giacobbe Dejas and Bachissia Era!" said the fisherman, who was waxing merry.
Giacobbe made a quick movement as though to throw himself upon him.
"I'll knock out your brains!" he cried, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Ah, you murderer!" laughed the other.
"Hush, hush! One should not say such things," said Aunt Anna-Rosa.