Mario. Oh, it was very easy—I said....
Paolo. No, let me tell you. I want my little triumph. You gave up the business which held you here and decided to leave with us.
Mario. Even that.
Paolo. Eh? Didn't I know it? When you went away I was just about to tell you and then I wanted to wait and see. So now Anna is disposed to go?
Mario. Are you sorry?
Paolo. I should say not! All the more as we are—are we not going to amuse ourselves? The place, the trip, the hotels,—yes, it is better. But the company! To run away there should be few of us.
Mario. What are you saying?
Paolo [putting his two hands on Mario's shoulders and facing him.] To run away—do you understand? We must be a few. To run away as Anna and I did last year.
Mario. I do not understand.
Paolo. You did not tell me that Luciano had been here last year, nor the day that he was here.