(Instantly the Abbot frowns silence at the Priest.)
Speak out.
Abbot—Non somnium venatoris.—
Oswald— What dream?
Priest— (Contemptuously.)
As if he did not know it!
Abbot— (Agitated.)
Ne—ne dic!
Non scit somnium.
Priest— (Opening wide his eyes.)
That's the trick, then!
I'm to believe that, am I?
Oswald— Father, what—?
Father Benedict—I'll tell you what. The hunter—
Abbot— Benedict!