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Updated: May 3, 2025
Suddenly she felt her hair rise on her head and her eyes stared wildly; illusion or reality, she saw Crispin standing by the fireplace, there where he was wont to sit and prattle to her, but now he said nothing as he gazed at her with those large, thoughtful eyes, and smiled. "Mother, open the door! Open, mother!" cried the voice of Basilio from without.
The night of light and joy for so many children, who in the warm bosom of the family celebrate this feast of sweetest memories the feast which commemorates the first look of love that Heaven sent to earth this night when in all Christian families they eat, drink, dance, sing, laugh, play, caress, and kiss one another this night, which in cold countries holds such magic for childhood with its traditional pine-tree covered with lights, dolls, candies, and tinsel, whereon gaze the round, staring eyes in which innocence alone is reflected this night brought to Basilio only orphanhood.
Now must she make it for Basilio, her sweetheart? That would be to fall to the sound of mockery and laughter from all creation. Basilio himself would despise her! No, never! She would first hang herself or leap from some precipice. At any rate, she was already damned for being a wicked daughter.
"Yes, I give it," said Basilio, "not agitated or distracted, but with unclouded reason that heaven is pleased to grant me, thus do I give myself to be thy husband." "And I give myself to be thy wife," said Quiteria, "whether thou livest many years, or they carry thee from my arms to the grave."
Basilio then recalled Simoun's words: "The day in which they can get rid of you, you will not complete your course." "Could he have known anything?" he asked himself. "We'll see who is the most powerful." Recovering his serenity, he went on toward the University, to learn what attitude it behooved him to take and at the same time to see about his licentiateship.
"No, Señor Simoun," interposed Basilio, changing to a jesting tone, "rather keep in mind the verses of my friend Isagani himself: 'Fire you, you say, and water we, Then as you wish, so let it be; But let us live in peace and right, Nor shall the fire e'er see us fight; So joined by wisdom's glowing flame, That without anger, hate, or blame, We form the steam, the fifth element, Progress and light, life and movement."
"O! go on! I adore it," cried the lady of Mes Larmes. "Heavenly night! Heavenly, heavenly moon! but I most shut my window, and not talk to you on account of les moeurs. How droll they are, les moeurs! Adieu." And Pen began to sing the good night to Don Basilio. The next day they were walking in the fields together, laughing and chattering the gayest pair of friends.
The Count's philandering, in turn, is interrupted by Basilio, whose voice is heard long enough before his entrance to permit the Count also to seek a hiding-place. He, too, gets behind the chair, while Cherubino, screened by Susanna's skirts, ensconces himself in the seat, and finds cover under one of the Countess's gowns which Susanna hurriedly throws over him.
"Last night," continued Basilio, paying no attention, "he got up begging for his favorite game-cock, the one that died three years ago, and I had to give him a chicken. Then he heaped blessings upon me and promised me many thousands " At that instant a clock struck half-past ten. Simoun shuddered and stopped the youth with a gesture.
"My father will bring some water-lilies and a basket of sampaguitas tomorrow." "Mine has brought three cartloads of sand without pay." "My uncle has promised to pay a teacher," added a nephew of Capitan Basilio. Truly, the project was receiving help from all.
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