"It will wake," thought I, "and then all is over!" At this juncture, something it might have been a wall-lizard, or a large beetle fell from the ceiling upon my left arm, which lay stretched at my side. The snake, uncoiling its head, raised itself, with a low hiss, and then, for the first time, I saw it, saw the hood, the terrible crest glistening in the moonshine. It was a Cobra di Capello!
During two consecutive summers I had a close friendship with a wall-lizard who spent in my society certain of his leisure moments which were not many, for he always had an astonishing number of other things on hand. He was a full-grown male, bejewelled with blue spots.