"Well, it was that bird! There it flies!"
The startled blackbird, loudly uttering its cry of fear and warning, flew upward; the listener, in her horror, had pressed her hand upon her throbbing heart and, by the slight movement, frightened the bird perched so near her.
"Well then, by Tartarus, I will risk it! He complained again to-day, before many witnesses, of fever and all sorts of pains. Have you hemlock enough? Shall I give you my vial? I brought it with me. Here, I always carry it in my breast."
"Enough for six uncles!"
"But the stuff must have a suspicious taste: sharp, bitter. Suppose he should notice it too soon?"
"That's why I mixed the other half with honey. But take good care of your store. Perhaps Prosper, in case he has any suspicion, must also--"
"Or the Barbarian girl, if the will has already--"
"Let us go," the other interrupted.
"Put it in the Emperor's goblet! He drinks from no other.--Quick: I go to the left."
"And I go to the right."