"Why, I fear I have taken cold." I groaned aloud.
"Taken cold!" I muttered to myself.

"Would to Heaven you had taken prussic acid!" "_Qu'est ce que c'est ?"_ asked she.
But it was not worth while to reply.

I gave myself up to my fate.

I determined to remonstrate no more.

I flung myself on a seat at the back of the box, and made up my mind to bear all that might yet be in store for me.