It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend....He had on a tightfitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells.
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
"We will go back; your health is precious... I cannot be responsible.
We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt,
I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off.