Jaime Rodriguez: What of this monk, then?
Sister Pilar: You asked me, father, of my dreams.
Jaime Rodriguez: And had this monk of dreams the features of a living man?
Sister Pilar: Yes, father.
Jaime Rodriguez (hoarsely): Whose?
Sister Pilar: Sometimes they were the features of my father ... one night of an old Basque gardener we had in my home when I was a child.
Jaime Rodriguez: Pooh! Daughter, you are holding something back.... Beware! What of your allegory of the little stone the giant could not move?
Sister Pilar: I have confessed all my sins.
Jaime Rodriguez: Daughter, I refuse to give you Absolution.
Sister Pilar crosses herself, rises, and goes out of the chapel. Jaime Rodriguez leaves the confessional looking pale and tormented; he is accosted by Trotaconventos, who has been sitting waiting.