We understand." "Have not all pupils a bad memory?
Have not all masters been deceived by their pupils?
But the master has only to lift the rod, and the pupils cry out, 'We know, Master!' But the master goes to bed, and the pupils say: 'Did the Master teach us this ?' And so, in this case, this morning you called me a thief, this evening you call me brother.

What will you call me to-morrow ?" Judas laughed, and lifting up the heavy rattling money-box with ease, went on: "When a strong wind blows it raises the dust, and foolish people look at the dust and say: 'Look at the wind!' But it is only dust, my good Thomas, ass's dung trodden underfoot.

The dust meets a wall and lies down gently at its foot, but the wind flies farther and farther, my good Thomas." Judas obligingly pointed over the wall in illustration of his meaning, and laughed again.
"I am glad that you are merry," said Thomas, "but it is a great pity that there is so much malice in your merriment." "Why should not a man be cheerful, who has been kissed so much, and who is so useful?
If I had not stolen the three denarii would John have known the meaning of delight?
Is it not pleasant to be a hook, on which John may hang his damp virtue out to dry, and Thomas his moth-eaten mind ?" "I think that I had better be going." "But I am only joking, my good Thomas.

I merely wanted to know whether you really wished to kiss the old obnoxious Judas--the thief who stole the three denarii and gave them to a harlot." "To a harlot!" exclaimed Thomas in surprise.

"And did you tell the Master of it ?" "Again you doubt, Thomas.