I will wait patiently even for a quarter of an hour.

Pray with a tranquil mind--I will not strike without giving notice." Saying these words, Julio put down the lamp replaced his dagger in its scabbard, and seated himself on a block of wood which was in a corner of the cellar.
Geronimo, overwhelmed by Julio's insensibility, bowed his head upon his breast.

For some time he neither spoke nor moved, seeming to accept his fate with complete resignation.

But the terror of death again possessed him.
"Impossible!" he exclaimed.

"You will not kill me, Julio?
I conjure you, by your soul's salvation, not to imbrue your hands in my blood!" And the unfortunate young man endeavored to drag his feeble body to Julio's feet; but the latter drew his dagger in a threatening manner.
Geronimo uttered a cry of despair, crawled back to the side of the grave, and fell exhausted on the ground, where he bewept his sad fate.
His stifled sobs were so heart-breaking that Julio's soul was stirred within him, and without being conscious of it, he wiped away the tears which fell from his eyes.
In a voice full of compassion he said: "Come, signor, be calm, and submit with resignation to the irrevocable decree of fate.