They brought me into an empty cell. I asked for a table, a chair, and
writing materials. When all these were brought, I asked for a bed. The
turnkey eyed me with astonishment, and seemed mentally to say, “What
will be the use of it?” However they made up a chaff bed in the corner.
But at the same time a gendarme came to install himself in what was
called my chamber. Are they afraid that I would strangle myself with the
mattress?