At the end of that time, the knave of a jailor who attended me, and who had never grown tired of telling me, after the fashion of his kind, that I should be hanged, came to me with a less assured air.
'Perhaps you would like a little water ?' he said civilly.
'Why, rascal ?' I asked.
'To wash with,' he answered.
'I asked for some yesterday, and you would not bring it,' I grumbled.
'However, better late than never.

Bring it now.

If I must hang, I will hang like a gentleman.

But depend upon it, the Cardinal will not serve an old friend so scurvy a trick.' 'You are to go to him,' he announced, when he came back with the water.
'What?
To the Cardinal ?' I cried.
'Yes,' he answered.
'Good!' I exclaimed; and in my joy and relief I sprang up at once, and began to refresh my dress.

'So all this time I have been doing him an injustice,' I continued.