Simon— (Supplicating.) Brother! (Spitefully.)
Dinky! Bed-bug! Pizzle-wizzle! (With a grimace.)
U-g-h! (He spits at him and turns back.)
Father Benedict— (Who has mounted.)
Now if you get my switch, I think I'll go.
(One of the monks stoops and picks up the switch, which he hands to the Priest, who looks from the Abbot to Louis and then from Louis to the Abbot.)
Father Benedict—You see, I could ride off without one word.
Louis—Without one word of what?
Father Benedict—(Contemptuously.) One word of what!
You think I came from town and so does he.
Abbot—What of it?
Father Benedict— Simply this: that I did not.
Abbot—We are glad to have learned that.
Louis— Delighted.