He begged to speak with the gardener, with the servants, and he told them of his wish.

When they refused to move him, he besought them for the love of God to do so, and he so worked upon their feelings that they finally consented, at the risk of being dismissed from service.

"These are indeed the ideas of a Saint!" thought the sister.

Benedetto made the journey in the arms of the gardener and of one of the men-servants; he was wrapped in blankets, and held the Crucifix in his hands.

His delight at once more finding himself in his poor little room was so great that all thought he was improving.