Fitting hermitage for a sage! I tremble for you.

What if this stranger--of whom nothing is known--be leagued with the robbers; and these lures for your credulity bait but the traps for your property,--perhaps your life?
You might come off cheaply by a ransom of half your fortune.

You smile indignantly! Well, put common-sense out of the question; take your own view of the matter.
You are to undergo an ordeal which Mejnour himself does not profess to describe as a very tempting one.

It may, or it may not, succeed: if it does not, you are menaced with the darkest evils; and if it does, you cannot be better off than the dull and joyless mystic whom you have taken for a master.

Away with this folly; enjoy youth while it is left to you; return with me to England; forget these dreams; enter your proper career; form affections more respectable than those which lured you awhile to an Italian adventuress.