"Soon after this we were visited one morning by the civil and political governor of Taranto and by the military commander, who told us they had orders to take General Manscourt and myself to the Castle at once. "This order was put into immediate execution. "After many entreaties, our servants were allowed to join us the day after. "We were now separated from Dolomieu, who was destined to endure as dreadful a confinement as ours.[2] They put us into separate rooms when we got to the Castle. "We sent for the governor directly we were installed, and related to him Cardinal Ruffo's proposal, asking him what we should do in the matter. "He suggested that, as our letter had remained unanswered, we should write again; which we instantly did, and a vessel just setting out was deputed to deliver it to General d'Anciera, commander of Messina. "It goes without saying that we had no more answer to this than to the first. "The day but one after my removal to the Castle of Brindisi, as I lay on my bed, the window open, a parcel containing a book was thrust through the bars of my window, and fell on the floor of my room. "I rose and picked up the packet: it was tied round with string. I cut the knots, and found that the parcel contained two volumes, entitled the _Médecin de Campagne_, by Tissot. A scrap of paper was folded between the first and second page, containing these words: "'From the Calabrian patriots; read the article on _Poison._' "I looked for the indicated word: it was underlined twice; and I knew that my life was threatened. I hid both volumes as best I could, for fear they should be taken from me. I read and re-read the article pointed out to me so often that I nearly knew by heart the remedies prescribed for the different kinds of poison that might be tried on me. "Notwithstanding all this, our situation for the first eight days was quite tolerable; we enjoyed our walks in front of the door of our quarters, up and down a space of about sixty yards. But, under pretext that the French had just taken possession of Naples, the governor told us, towards the end of the first week, that our walk was henceforth forbidden; and the same day we saw locksmiths put bolts on all our doors, and masons raised the walls of a court a dozen feet long by eight feet wide, where we were in future to take our airings. "Vainly did we put to ourselves this dilemma: Either we were prisoners of war, and entitled to the treatment allowed to the rank of a general undergoing imprisonment; or we were not prisoners of war, and in that case we ought to be liberated. "For eight months we were obliged to live at our own expense, fleeced by everybody, and paying double its value for everything we bought.