The cabmen outside cracked their whips:
"Vole? Vole?" they shouted.
He picked out one:
"This is Gaetano," he said. "I always take him. He knows me, don't you, Gaetano?"
"Si, signorino. Cavallo di sangue, signorina!" said Gaetano, pointing to his horse.
They drove away.
"I am always frightened of these cabmen," said Cornélie.
"You don't know them," he answered, smiling. "I like them. I like the people. They're nice people."
"You approve of everything in Rome."
"And you submit without reserve to a mistaken impression."