Father Benedict— (Opening his eyes.)
That is another proof he knew that I
Was to have part in that great enterprise
And achieve glory. And he lied to me.
(The Abbot speaks to Pierre, who turns and goes out, right.)
Louis—You may mistake what Father had in mind.
He may have thought it would be policy
To keep you in the dark about this thing.
Father Benedict—What cause had he to fear that I would shrink
To face the glory of the Lord that day?
'Tis only guilt that fears to face the Lord.
Louis—You may mistake what Father had in mind.
Father Benedict—Too subtle, I suppose, for my dull brain.
Louis—I do not think, though, that he envies you.
Father Benedict—You may have your opinion.
Louis— You may not.
I mean you may not know what Father means.
Father Benedict—
You two know everything.