[Atalanta enters, sees the Abbess, and stands waiting.]
Abbess. If you should find yourself overburdened, little Sister, come to me. That will do. Atalanta, one moment.
[Atalanta steps forward. Benvenuta starts to go, but lingers.]
I shall need your help with the lute to-night. I know you play it well. The best lute player among the lay sisters is ill. You can play from notes?
Atalanta. If it be not too difficult, Reverend Mother.
Abbess. It is simple. But I will have them give you the music, against the time when you will be needed.
[The Abbess goes out toward the Chapel. Benvenuta comes down to Atalanta.]
Benvenuta. Atalanta, dear!
Atalanta. Yes, Benvenuta.
Benvenuta. There is something I must talk to you about. I have put it off because I have been deep in my own thoughts. You told me not so long ago that you could not find your call, that the world still beckoned you.