“Then, sir, you may be killed.”
“Alas! yes.”
“How, then, have you escaped all accidents for three thousand five hundred years?”
“It is chance, marquis, but will you follow my reasoning?”
“Yes, yes,” cried all, with eagerness.
Cagliostro continued: “What is the first requisite to life?” he asked, spreading out his white and beautiful hands covered with rings, among which Cleopatra’s shone conspicuously. “Is it not health!”
“Certainly.”
“And the way to preserve health is?”
“Proper management,” said Count Haga.
“Right, count. And why should not my elixir be the best possible method of treatment? And this treatment I have adopted, and with it have preserved my youth, and with youth, health, and life.”