He yawned, stretching his arms above his head, and said: "I am overpowered by fatigue and sleep. If you have no other directions to give, permit me, signor, to go to bed, that I may be ready for the morning." "Then I may rely upon you, Julio?" "Have no anxiety about my journey; the rising sun will not find me at Antwerp." "Are you certain?" "As certain as I am that a halter hangs over my head, and over yours something quite as disagreeable." This jest of his servant made Turchi convulsively contract his lips, but he restrained any expression of feeling, and arose, saying: "Julio, would you like a glass of good Malmsey?" "Ah, signor," replied the servant, "I was just thinking that a cup of Malmsey would relieve my parched throat, when, lo! my desire finds an echo in your heart." "One single glass--a parting bumper." "One or many, signor, as you wish--either will be welcome; but the excellent wine locked in the cupboard of your room will be particularly acceptable." "Well, Julio, come with me, and we will drink to the happy termination of your journey." He arose, traversed a passage, and ascended to the upper story. The servant followed him staggering, and trying to steady himself by the wall. Having reached his bed-room, Turchi drew a second chair to the table, and said: "Sit down, Julio; here is a bottle already opened. If I did not fear its effects, we would empty it in honor of your departure." Julio sat down, and held the bottle before the lamp. "Bah!" he exclaimed, "it only contains about four glasses. You need not trouble yourself about that quantity." Signor Turchi took two large glasses from the cupboard, placed them on the table, and filled their to the brim. "A pleasant journey to you, Julio," he said, "and may you arrive safely at your destination." They both emptied their glasses at one draught, but the servant pushed his glass to his master, saying: "Oh, the divine liquor! it is a cooling balm to my burning throat. One more glass, signor, I beg you." Simon filled the glasses again, and said: "Yes, but on condition that you wait awhile before drinking it." Hoping that his obedience might procure him a third glass, Julio resisted the temptation to gratify himself at once. In the meantime, Turchi contemplated his servant with a peculiar expression. There was a malicious sparkle in his eye, and a smile of triumph on his lips. He evidently had some purpose in thus watching Julio; but what could be his secret design? At last he pretended that he was about to take the wine, but by a quick movement he upset it. With an exclamation of impatience he raised the glass, and said: "It is a sin to spill such wine. Now I have no more in which to drink your health. Get another bottle, Julio, from the cupboard; it is perhaps the last time that we shall drink together. On the third shelf, the bottle with the long neck." Julio arose with difficulty from his chair, and staggered to the cupboard.