"Ah, you have a different tradition."
"What tradition?"
"You don't love."
"What! Do you mean to say that you young fellows love?" asked Cesare, lifting his eyebrows.
"Sometimes, you know, we commit that folly."
"It's a mistaken method—a grave blunder. I hope that you've not fallen into it."
"I don't know," said Luigi, looking mysterious. "Besides, your question strikes me as prompted by jealousy. I'll say no more. It might end in bloodshed."
"I don't think so," laughed Cesare.
"But you'll drive me to despair, Dias. Don't you see that your confidence tortures me. For heaven's sake, do me the favour of being jealous."
"Anything to oblige you, my dear fellow, except that. I've never been jealous of a woman in my life."