"The beast will live and grow fat upon this damp and loathsomeness, long after they have put an end to my feeble life.

It shall remain.

The cell is not big, but it is big enough for us both.

However large be the rooms a man builds himself to live in, it needs but little space in which to die!" So Monsieur the Viscount dragged his pallet away from the toad, placed another stone by it, and removed the pitcher; and then, wearied with his efforts, lay down and slept heavily.
When he awoke, on the new stone by the pitcher was the toad, staring full at him with topaz eyes.

He lay still this time and did not move, for the animal showed no intention of spitting, and he was puzzled by its tameness.
"It seems to like the sight of a man," he thought.