Whoever she may be, I know one thing well.

She has prepared for you and me an excellent dinner." The people disperse quickly.

Mariet says confusedly and cheerfully: "I'll run first." "Run, run," answers the abbot.

"Gart, my son, call the atheist to dinner.

I'll hit him with a spoon on the forehead; an atheist understands a sermon best of all if you hit him with a spoon." He waits and mutters: "The boy has commenced to ring the bells again.