"Say no more, Lorenzo. Is there aught I can do for you before we march?"
"Nothing."
"No little boon-no service you would like to trust to a friend and comrade?"
"My papers are all arranged and addressed to you, with directions how I should like to have them disposed of. There is nothing else, Ferdinand."
"It will be my melancholy pleasure to follow your wishes implicitly," was the reply.
"Thank you, Ferdinand."
"Is that all?"
"All."
"Then we must at once away."
"One moment-stay, Ferdinand; tell my poor boys who act the executioners, those of the first file, to fire low-at my heart, Ferdinand! You will remember?"