know who he is.

ERA. There is not one of the de Pourceaugnacs of Limoges that I do
not know, from the greatest to the smallest; I visited only them
during my stay there, and I had the honour of seeing you every day.

MR. POUR. The honour was mine, Sir.

ERA. You do not remember my face?

MR. POUR. Yes, yes. (_To_ SBRIGANI) I don't know him a bit.

ERA. You do not remember that I had the pleasure of drinking with you
I don't know how many times?

MR. POUR. Excuse me. (_To_ SBRIGANI) I don't know anything about
it.

ERA. What is the name of that pastrycook who cooks such capital
dinners?

MR. POUR. Petit-Jean.

ERA. Just so. We used often to go there together to enjoy ourselves.
How do you call that place where people go for a walk?

MR. POUR. The cemetery of the Arenes.

ERA. Exactly. It is there I enjoyed so many happy hours of your
pleasant talk. Don't you remember it all now?