"Moan away," continued Benedetto. "I know all the details of your past life, and if you have forgotten anything I am in a position to refresh your memory."
"I—do not—understand you," stammered Anselmo.
"Think of the past," replied Benedetto, frowning.
"Of the time when the smith fastened us to the same chain?"
"Oh, think again."
Anselmo trembled.
"Do you speak of the moment when we jumped into the sea and escaped from the galleys?" he softly asked.
"No; your memory seems to be weak."
"I do not know what you mean."
"Really? You seem to have drunk from the spring of Lethe," said Benedetto, contemptuously. "Anselmo, have you forgotten our meeting at Beaussuet?"