Abbot—We feared if you should learn what your part is—
Father Benedict—That I would shrink?
Abbot— If you should learn your part.
Father Benedict— (Getting angry.)
You feared that I would shrink?
Abbot—(Hesitatingly.) W-e-l-l—
Father Benedict— Say it.
Abbot— Yes.
Father Benedict— (Shaking his finger.)
Deep in your heart you wish I would, old man.
'Twould fill your soul with joy. But mark you this:
To give you joy is not my destiny.
(He rides out through the gate.)
Abbot—Your destiny, Benedict, is in God's hand.