“Ay, thou didst,” replies Alcmaeon; “and ’twas a song that only we who come from Corinth sing.”
“I know only one song,” says Aldo, “and if I sang, ’twas the one my parents taught me.”
“Who were thy parents, my lad?”
“They were Greeks, slaves.”
“What was thy father’s name, Aldo?”
“Gannon.”
“Of a truth?” exclaims Alcmaeon, greatly surprised.
“Ay; my name was Alcmaeon, but my Roman master called me Aldo.”
“Verily do I believe that thou art one of the family of Alcmaeons. Where is thy bulla?”
Nana interrupts the conversation with the announcement that the evening meal is served.