Sister Pilar: That is all, father.
Jaime Rodriguez: All you have to confess?
Sister Pilar: All, father.
Jaime Rodriguez: But ... but ... this is ... daughter, you dare to come to me with a Saint’s confession? Bethink you of your week’s ride, ten stone walls to be cleared clean, seven pits from which to keep your horse’s hoofs ... not one of the Ten Commandments broken, daughter? Not one of the Seven Deadly Sins upon your conscience?
Sister Pilar: No, father.
Jaime Rodriguez: But ... beware ... most solemnly do I conjure you to beware of withholding aught in the Confessional.
Silence.
Jaime Rodriguez: Well, I shall question you. On what have you meditated by day?
Sister Pilar: On many things; all lovely.