"For whom do you take me ?" he asked, retreating a few paces.
"For a person who is sacred to me," replied Basilio with some emotion, for he thought his last moment had come.

"For a person whom all, except me, believe to be dead, and whose misfortunes I have always lamented." An impressive silence followed these words, a silence that to the youth seemed to suggest eternity.

But Simoun, after some hesitation, approached him and placing a hand on his shoulder said in a moving tone: "Basilio, you possess a secret that can ruin me and now you have just surprised me in another, which puts me completely in your hands, the divulging of which would upset all my plans.

For my own security and for the good of the cause in which I labor, I ought to seal your lips forever, for what is the life of one man compared to the end I seek?
The occasion is fitting; no one knows that I have come here; I am armed; you are defenceless; your death would be attributed to the outlaws, if not to more supernatural causes--yet I'll let you live and trust that I shall not regret it.

You have toiled, you have struggled with energetic perseverance, and like myself, you have your scores to settle with society.