Oswald—I call the saints—
Father Benedict— (To Louis.)
Do I look like a hound?
Oswald—I said you spoke as those that hunt—
Father Benedict— By that
Meaning that I should tarre them on him.
Oswald—(With a puzzled look.) On
Me?
Abbot—How did you come to say it, Oswald?
Oswald—I grew up, Father, in a forest where
Men used to hunt, and I have often sat
In winter round their fires and heard them tell
Tales of the chase. And so when Father spoke
Of a chase my mind went back—
Abbot— Did you say this
After he told you of the hunter's dream?
Oswald—Dream?
Father Benedict—I told? I did not tell him.