I was sure they would learn it, and you see they did learn it, since they tried to kill me....

Why it's even wrong of me to tell you this, for it will reach their ears and they won't miss me the next time.

Ah! it's all over, I'm as good as dead; this house which I thought so safe will be my tomb." Pierre began to feel deep compassion for this ailing man, whose feverish brain was haunted by nightmares, and whose life was being finally wrecked by the anguish of persecution mania.

"But you must run away in that case!" he said.

"Don't stop here; come to France." Don Vigilio looked at him, momentarily calmed by surprise.