Anselm. And what a good disposition the child has!
Felix. Always ready and willing——
Sebastian [who has stood at one side with folded arms and dejected countenance]. Peter. Peter. Peter. But what of the Prince?
Anselm. Alas, yes. You are right, Brother Sebastian. What of the Prince?
Gregory. Oh, I'm not utterly hopeless of the Prince, my Brethren.
Sebastian. Brother Gregory is always over-hopeful.
Felix. It is my solemn opinion, Brethren, that the Prince is the very worst boy in the Kingdom.
Anselm. Oh, no, Brother Felix!
Sebastian. I say he is! Think of the first day, when we gave him Noah's ark seed to sow, and he went into a passion because it wasn't gold-watch seed! [The Monks nod regretfully.] We set him a penance to kneel on dried pease in the chapel all afternoon. And hasn't it been so every other day in the year since?
Anselm [soothingly]. Yes, Brother Sebastian, I fear it has. [Cheerfully.] But, then, you know, this has come hardest on you—hasn't it, my Brethren? For, you see, the Prince exhausted our list of penances so soon and you have had to remain in solitary confinement in your cell in order that you might invent new penances for him. Hasn't it been too hard for poor Brother Sebastian, Brethren?