Abbot— I hope so. (Thunder.)
Louis—And don't let Oswald—
Abbot— Close tight the shutters.
Louis—And don't let Oswald go down there again.
We would be risking all that we have gained.
The brothers, begging in the town to-day,
Brought in four hundred franks, a silver cup,
Three rings, a pair of bracelets, and a pearl
Big as a pea.
Abbot— A very good day's work.
Louis—If this keeps up, the chest won't hold it all.
Abbot— (Suddenly, glancing about upon the table.)
Benedict—did he take—the crucifix?
Louis— (At the window.)
Oswald took it.—Do you think Benedict
Found it where he said he—
Abbot—(Aghast.) Oswald!
Louis— Why?