"Gentlemen," I replied, "you seem to have a great many solid scientific reasons for cutting off my hand; but one thing you have not got, and that is my consent. My hand is my own, and I am going to keep it." "Sir, it is certainly gangrened; by to-morrow the arm will begin to mortify, and then you will have to lose your arm." "Very good; if that prove so you shall cut off my arm, but I happen to know something of gangrene, and there is none about me." "You cannot know as much about it as we do." "Possibly; but as far as I can make out, you know nothing at all." "That's rather a strong expression." "I don't care whether it be strong or weak; you can go now." In a couple of hours everyone whom the surgeons had told of my obstinacy came pestering me. Even the prince-palatin wrote to me that the king was extremely surprised at my lack of courage. This stung me to the quick, and I wrote the king a long letter, half in earnest and half in jest, in which I laughed at the ignorance of the surgeons, and at the simplicity of those who took whatever they said for gospel truth. I added that as an arm without a hand would be quite as useless as no arm at all, I meant to wait till it was necessary to cut off the arm. My letter was read at Court, and people wondered how a man with gangrene could write a long letter of four pages. Lubomirski told me kindly that I was mistaken in laughing at my friends, for the three best surgeons in Warsaw could not be mistaken in such a simple case. "My lord, they are not deceived themselves, but they want to deceive me." "Why should they?" "To make themselves agreeable to Branicki, who is in a dangerous state, and might possibly get better if he heard that my hand had been taken off." "Really that seems an incredible idea to me!" "What will your highness say on the day when I am proved to be right?" "I shall say you are deserving of the highest praise, but the day must first come." "We shall see this evening, and I give you my word that if any gangrene has attacked the arm, I will have it cut off to-morrow morning." Four surgeons came to see me. My arm was pronounced to be highly aedematous, and of a livid colour up to the elbow; but when the lint was taken off the wound I could see for myself that it was progressing admirably. However, I concealed my delight. Prince Augustus Sulkowski and the Abbe Gouvel were present; the latter being attached to the palatin's court. The judgment of the surgeons was that the arm was gangrened, and must be amputated by the next morning at latest. I was tired of arguing with these rascals, so I told them to bring their instruments, and that I would submit to the operation. At this they went way in high glee, to tell the news at the Court, to Branicki, to the palatin, and so forth. I merely gave my servants orders to send them away when they came.