Marie left the room with a grieved face.
“No news abroad, I suppose, my brethren?” suggested Master Aristoteles, in his brisk, simple, innocent manner.
“Nay, none but what we all knew before,” said Father Nicholas.
“Methinks the world wags but slowly,” said Master Aristoteles.
“Much too fast,” was the oracular reply of Father Warner.
“The pace of the world depends mainly on our own wishes, I take it,” said Father Nicholas. “He who would fain walk thinks the world is at a gallop; while he who desires to gallop reckons the world but jogging at a market-trot.”
“There has been a great massacre of Jews in Spain,” said Father Bruno, speaking for the first time.
All the conversation was plainly audible to the girls in the next room. When Father Bruno spoke, Belasez’s head went up suddenly, and her work stood still.
“Amen and Alleluia!” said Father Warner, who probably little suspected that he was using Hebrew words to express his abhorrence of the Hebrews.
“Nay, my brother!” answered Father Bruno, gravely. “Shall we thank God for the perdition of human souls?”