"Well, yes," I said, "if there's nothing to pay for it." He flushed angrily. "I don't want any of your impudence," he said. "You will pay nothing at all for anything you have as long as you are here, and if you are not very careful you will be here a good deal longer than you bargain for." "I don't know that I should altogether object to that," I said, and took the wine list from him. It was an excellent list, and under the circumstances I made excellent use of it. I allowed myself a glass of white Tokay, and another of Chateau d'Yquem, a pint of Pommery, 1900, and a bottle of '68 port to sit with later on. He looked more contemptuous than ever as he took the order, and asked disdainfully: "Don't you want a liqueur with your coffee?" "I had forgotten that for the moment," I said. "Have you any very old brandy?" "We have some eighteen-fifteen," he said; "but I need scarcely say we are very seldom asked for it." "Well, on the terms that you have indicated, you are asked for it now," I said. "And I should like one or two really good cigars, fairly strong--something like the one that Mr. Perry was smoking this afternoon, if you can get them." He went out of the room without a word, and carefully locked the outer door behind him. However inexplicable my treatment, I was not, at any rate, to forget that I was a prisoner. Tired with my long walk, and the somewhat disturbing experiences I had been through, I fell fast asleep in the easy chair by the open window, through which came sweet wafts from a patch of night-scented stock in the garden outside. I only awoke when the waiter brought in the first course of my dinner. He had laid the table without disturbing me, and had put a vase of roses in the middle and four tall candles at the corners, with rose-coloured shades. "I'm sorry I haven't brought my evening clothes," I said, as I took my seat. He made no reply to this pleasantry, and his air of high superiority began to annoy me. "Do you generally wait upon prisoners in this way?" I asked him, when he brought in the fish. "We do in the case of prisoners who look like gentlemen and behave like pigs," was his surprising reply, which I turned over in my mind before I said: "This seems a topsy-turvy place altogether, but I should really like to know how I have behaved like a pig." "You can wallow in your hoggishness as much as you like," he said acidly, "but if you have the impudence to address any more remarks to me, I'll punch your head for you." I looked round at him, standing attentively behind my chair. He was a frail man, and looked hungry. "You might find that two could play at that game," I said, with my eye on him; and he flushed, but did not flinch. "Is that a threat?" he asked. "Because if it is----;" and he turned as if to leave the room.