"Do you want some water?"
"It is something out of your regular line. It will be a change for you."
"We must serve our customers."
"Listen to me first. If your customers should be served a little later than usual for once, it won't kill them. I have a duel to arrange for. Do you know what a duel is?"
"It's a clock that strikes the hours, ain't it?"
"You are a long way off."
The apprentice, a young Piedmontese, nearly six feet tall, suddenly exclaimed:
"Yes, yes, I know the vendetta, basta! I've seen friends who'd been out to fight with fists."
"Your young man understands rather better; yes, a duel's a fight, but not with fists."
"Where do you fight?" rejoined the Piedmontese.