Paolo Galanti. Who has made you angry, Signor Pandolfo?
Pan. Who? Does any one ask? My wife and daughter—— What! whom do I see? You, Benini!
Ben. So you recognised me at once? I thought you had forgotten me altogether.
Pan. No, sir, I had not forgotten you. Am I a man to forget old friends?... For we certainly are old friends.
(They shake hands cordially.)
Ben. We are, indeed! Twenty years——
Pan. No, not twenty years; eighteen or nineteen.... We used to see a great deal of each other—do you remember?
Ben. Don’t I?
Pan. We often used to dispute; because you are of a most contradictory temper.
Ben. I?