(After passing out through the gate, the Abbot turns and calls after Louis, who is crossing the court.)
Louis,
No word as yet to Oswald of the dream.
He would not see the glory of it now,
Only the horror. I should fear the result.
Basil— (Coming from behind the chapel.)
Macias is coming with another sorel. (Louis enters the dormitory.)
Bah, then! Go on. St. Christopher. Plum-head.
(Drawing himself up as Rene and Simon come from behind the chapel.)
I am the Prior. Down, St. Peter! John!
Rene— (To Simon.)
Matthew, thou publican!
Simon— Bacchus, thou saint!
(He points forward to the corner of the dormitory where Pierre and his companions enter with the wine vessels which they proceed to place beside the wall.)
Basil—Simply the old clothes of My Lady Wine.
First Monk—The blessed Virgin grant it be the train.
I had half yielded to old Andrew's dream;
I feared the train was lost.