mad

“Ah,” said the jailer, “do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.”

“Yes; we have an instance here; it was by always offering a million of francs to the governor for his liberty that an abbé became mad, who was in this chamber before you.”

“I am not an abbé, I am not mad; perhaps I shall be, but at present, unfortunately, I am not.

“Threats!” cried the jailer, retreating and putting himself on the defensive; “you are certainly going mad.