“Nitre,” I replied. “How long have you had that cough?”
“True,” I replied; “the Amontillado.”
“The Amontillado!” ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment"
Yes,” I said, “let us be gone.”
“He! he! he!—he! he! he!—yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.”
“For the love of God, Montresor!” “Yes,” I said, “for the love of God!” But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud: “Fortunato!” No answer. I called again: “Fortunato!” No answer still.