Dianora. Who preached? Tell me, was it that monk, the one—
Nurse [curtly]. Yes, gracious one.
Dianora. The one from Spain, is it not?
Nurse [does not answer—pause].
Dianora [following her own train of thoughts]. Can you recall the kind of child I was?
Nurse. Proud, gracious one, a proud child, very proud.
Dianora [very softly]. How singular! Humanity's so sweet!—What?—
Nurse. I said no word, my gracious Lady, none—
Dianora. Yes, yes, whom does the Spanish monk resemble?
Nurse. He is different from the others.