I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to
Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway
that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding
staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came at
length to the foot of the descent, and stood together on the damp
ground of the catacombs of the Montresors.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap
jingled as he strode.
"It is farther on, but observe the white web-work
which gleams from these cavern walls."
"Nitre. How long have you had that cough?"
"Ugh! ugh! ugh! - ugh! ugh! ugh! - ugh! ugh! ugh!
- ugh! ugh! ugh! - ugh! ugh! ugh!"
"It is nothing."