– What’s wrong with you? ‘Said Martin.

‘I’m hurt murmured the sick.

– Do you want anything?

-Water.

Martin gave the impression of knowing this voice. He looked around the room a bottle of water, and as there was in the room, went to the kitchen. At the sound of his footsteps, the voice of the landlady asked

– What is it?

-The wounded who wants water.

-I.

The landlady appeared in petticoats, and said, giving Martin a lamp:

Alum-you.

They took the water and returned to the room. Upon entering the room, Martin raised his arm, which brightened the sick and yours. The wounded man took the glass in his hand, and sitting and watching Martin began to shout:

– Is it you? Bastard! Thief! Arrest him! Arrest him!