Shortly afterwards the doctor returned in great astonishment, planted himself in front of Gregory with frowning eyebrows and roared at him in a voice which alarmed even the Szekler:
"Where did you get that jewel from?"
"Where did I get it from?" said Gregory, shrugging his shoulders; he was very pleased they wanted to frighten him.
"Come, speak!—quick!"
"Not now."
"Why not?" snapped the doctor firmly.
"Not to you, if you were to break me on the wheel."
"I'll bastinado you."
"Not if you impaled me, I say."
"Gregory! If you anger me, I'll make you drink three pints of physic."