Anselmo silently pointed to a table upon which writing materials lay. Benedetto dipped the pen in the ink, and, grinning, said:
"My friend, have the kindness to take this pen and write what I dictate."
"I?"
"Yes, you. I only want you to write a few lines."
"What shall I write?"
"The truth."
"I do not understand you."
"It is very simple; you will write down what you have just said."
"Explain yourself more clearly."
"With pleasure; better still, write what I dictate."