AbbotAbbot—The brier, then, has fallen?
Father Benedict— Praise the saints.
Abbot—You came to tell me how the blow was struck?
Father Benedict—I stopped to tell you how I got my wool.
Abbot—You need not.
Father Benedict—Why?
Abbot— I know.
Father Benedict— You know?
Abbot— I do.
Father Benedict—I have not spoken since I left him.