Jaime Rodriguez: Well?
Sister Assumcion: Well, he is, I think, clean mad, and she, too, is of a most fantastical conceit; and sometimes their words seemed empty of all sense and meaning, but sometimes it was as clear as day—little loving harping upon foolishness and little tricks of speech or manner, as it might be a country lad and lass wooing at a saints’ shrine: “there again!” “what?” “You burred your R like a child whose mouth is full of chestnuts.” “Nay, I did not!” “Why, yes, I say you did!” And then a great silence fell on them, she with her eyes downcast, he devouring her with his, and the air seemed too heavy for them even to draw their breath; then up she started, and trembled from head to foot, and fled to the house.
Jaime Rodriguez: But ... but ... yes; thank you, daughter ... I mean, six paters daily for a fortnight. (Gabbles mechanically): Dominus noster Jesus Christus te absolvat: et ego auctoritate ipsius te absolvo ab omni vinculo excommunicationis et interdicti in quantum possum, et tu indiges. Deinde ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis, in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
Sister Assumcion crosses herself, rises and leaves the Confessional. After a few seconds, Sister Pilar enters it.
Sister Pilar: I ask your blessing, father. I confess to Almighty God, and to you, father....
Jaime Rodriguez: Well?
Sister Pilar: I unwittingly omitted the dipsalma between two verses in choir, father.
Jaime Rodriguez: Yes, yes ... what else?
Sister Pilar: Last Sunday I chewed the Host with my back teeth instead of with my front.
Jaime Rodriguez: Yes, yes, yes; small sins of omission and negligence ... what else?