"How, a pipe? Inpossible! And in the middle of a carnival!"
"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking today. But I have received a pipe"
"How long have you had that cough?"
"the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."
"It is nothing,"
"we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi --"