"That's true, father. Ever since he has been here, we have never
been caught in a storm."

"Of course it is true, if I say it. 'Pope's a rogue! Pope's a
rogue!'"

Old Dan walks over to Khorre and says something to him. Khorre nods
his head negatively. The abbot, singing "Pope's a rogue," goes
around the crowd, throws out brief remarks, and claps some people on
the shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Katerina, you are getting stout. Oho! Are you all ready?
And Thomas is missing again--this is the second time he has stayed
away from prayer. Anna, you are rather sad--that isn't good. One
must live merrily, one must live merrily! I think that it is jolly
even in hell, but in a different way. It is two years since you have
stopped growing, Philipp. That isn't good."

Philipp answers gruffly:

"Grass also stops growing if a stone falls upon it."

"What is still worse than that--worms begin to breed under the rock."

Mariet says softly, sadly and entreatingly:

"Don't you want me to call you Mariet?"

Haggart answers obstinately and sternly: