FATHER BENEDICT-- By that
Meaning that I should tarre them on him.
OSWALD--(_With a puzzled look._) On
Me?
ABBOT--How did you come to say it, Oswald?
OSWALD--I grew up, Father, in a forest where
Men used to hunt, and I have often sat
In winter round their fires and heard them tell
Tales of the chase. And so when Father spoke
Of a chase my mind went back--
ABBOT-- Did you say this
After he told you of the hunter's dream?
OSWALD--Dream?
FATHER BENEDICT--_I_ told? I did not tell him.
(_Instantly the Abbot frowns silence at the
Priest._)
Speak out.