Haec.--"Ah yes, ah yes, she was there, and had to stop one
ear with her finger, the other with her kerchief, not to hear all
the strange and dreadful things he was saying."

Illa.--"And yet this was the man that ran in and out of the
cloister daily at his pleasure, sent for or not--a young unmarried
man--though the convent rules especially declared an old
man. Ah, if she were sub-prioress, this scandal should
never be permitted."

Haec.--"What could be done? it was a blessed thing to live
in peace. Besides, the priest was such a pious man."

Illa.--"Pious? Heaven defend us from such piety! Why, had
she not heard?--the whole convent talked about it."

Haec.--"No, no; for God's sake, what had happened? tell
her--she had been making sausages all the morning, and had heard
nothing."

Illa.--"Then know, ah God, how it pained her to talk of
it--she had heard a great noise in the kitchen in the morning, as
if all the pots and pans were tumbled about, and when she ran in
to see--there was the priest--oh, her chaste eyes never had seen
such a sight--the pious priest making love to her old maid,
Wolde."

Haec.--"Impossible, impossible!--to her old maid, Wolde?"

Illa.-"Yea, and he was praying her for kisses, and praising