“But what is the matter?”
“The matter is, that they dipped me in a vat, the knaves; I believed that it was only water, but it was indigo.”
“Oh, mordieu!” cried Quelus, bursting out laughing, “indigo is very dear; you must have carried away at least twenty crowns’ worth of indigo.”
“I wish you had been in my place.”
“And you did not kill any one?”
“I left my poniard somewhere, that is all I know, up to the hilt in a sheath of flesh; but in a second I was taken, carried off, dipped in the vat, and almost drowned.”
“And how did you get out of their hands?”
“By committing a cowardice, sire.”
“What was that?”
“Crying, ‘Vive la Ligue!’”