"Wait," the abbot stops. "Ask how the mother is feeling; Selly is
taking care of her."

Desfoso says:

"You say, chase away the women, abbot? And your daughter? She is
here."

The abbot looks at Mariet. She says:

"I am not going away from here."

Silence. The abbot paces the room again; he looks at the little
ship fastened to the ceiling and asks:

"Who made it?"

All look at the little ship.

"He," answers Desfoso. "He made it when he wanted to go to America
as a sailor. He was always asking me how a three-masted brig is
fitted out."

They look at the ship again, at its perfect little sails--at the
little rags. Lebon returns.

"I don't know how to tell you about it, abbot. The women say that
Haggart and his sailor are being led over here. The women are afraid."