“Man, don’t be an idiot. What did you get married for, then?”
“I didn’t know what I was doing. Come, stay with me a moment.”
“What! A pleasant joke on your wife that would be!”
“Yes, she’s fond of you.”
Roberto scrutinized his friend, avoiding his eyes, because he had no relish for jests.
“Yes, do stay with me. There’s something else, too.”
“Well, what is it?”
“I don’t know a thing yet about photography, and I’d like you to come for a week or two. I beg it as a special favour.”
“It’s impossible. I have my lessons to give.”
“Come, if only during the lunch hour. You’ll eat with us.”