Abbess. I wish to speak with Benvenuta, Sister.
Rosalba. I will fetch her, Reverend Mother.
Abbess. One moment. You have observed her of late?
Rosalba. Yes, Mother.
Abbess. She seems pale, and not so strong as she was. And her mind—but then she was always a simple child.
Rosalba. Of course, I do not know the cause of her pallor. Perhaps a penance she is undergoing secretly.
[The suggestion is half a question as are those of the Abbess as well.]
She is still very young, Reverend Mother.
Abbess. She has confided nothing to you, nor to Grimana?
Rosalba. Not to me, Mother. Shall I call Sister Grimana?