Did he--did Philipp make this little ship?
No one answers.

Mariet, rising and bending over to Haggart across the table, says: "Didn't you say this, Haggart: 'My poor boy, I killed you because I had to kill you, and now I am going to take you to your mother, my dear boy' ?" "These are very sad words.

Who told them to you, Mariet ?" asks Haggart, surprised.
"I heard them.

And didn't you say further: 'Mother, I have brought you your son, and put him down at your door--take your boy, mother' ?" Haggart maintains silence.
"I don't know," roars the abbot bitterly.

"I don't know; people don't kill here, and we don't know how it is done.