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In the midst of the lesson the real Basilio comes to meet his appointment, and there is a moment of confusion for the plotters, out of which Figaro extricates them by persuading Basilio that he is sick of a raging fever, and must go instantly home, Almaviva adding a convincing argument in the shape of a generously lined purse.

Your pardon, Dom Basilio: you have done your best, and, if I seem ungrateful, let me make amends and thank you for giving me this last, best hour. . . . Indeed, Dom Basilio, I am a dead man, but your bandages are tying my soul here for a while, where it would stay.

Several other persons were engaged in erecting raised benches from which people might conveniently see the plays and dances that were to be performed the next day on the spot dedicated to the celebration of the marriage of Camacho the rich and the obsequies of Basilio.

What obligations have I to recognize toward society when it has recognized none toward me?" "That's what I like to hear," declared the tempter triumphantly. He took a revolver from a case and gave it to Basilio, saying, "At ten o'clock wait for me in front of the church of St. Sebastian to receive my final instructions. Ah, at nine you must be far, very far from Calle Anloague."

COUNTESS ALMAVIVA Signora STORACE. SUSANNA Signora LASCHI. CHERUBINO Signora MANDINI. MARCELLINA Signora BUSSANI. BARBARINA Signora GOTTLIEB. COUNT ALMAVIVA Signor MANDINI. FIGARO Signor BENUCCI. BARTOLO Signor OCCHELEY. BASILIO Signor BUSSANI.

Hearing this the priest bade him think of the welfare of his soul rather than of the cravings of the body, and in all earnestness implore God's pardon for his sins and for his rash resolve; to which Basilio replied that he was determined not to confess unless Quiteria first gave him her hand in marriage, for that happiness would compose his mind and give him courage to make his confession.

He called to her with the tenderest names, but she did not awake. Noticing that she was not even breathing, he arose and went to the neighboring brook to get some water in a banana leaf, with which to rub the pallid face of his mother, but the madwoman made not the least movement and her eyes remained closed. Basilio gazed at her in terror.

"I want to stay here, I want to see her for the last time. Tomorrow, you see, she will be something different." "Let fate have its way!" Basilio then exclaimed, hurrying away.

As in other centers of learning, where the teachers are honestly desirous that the students should learn, such discoveries usually delight the instructors, so in a college managed by men convinced that for the most part knowledge is an evil, at least for the students, the episode of Basilio produced a bad impression and he was not questioned again during the year.

"Ah!" exclaimed Makaraig. "The slave of the Vice-Rector attended by the Master of the General!" Very early the next morning Basilio arose to go to the hospital.