The Abbot exclaimed.
"_Seccatore_! Some bore!" After some angry chords he began playing chromatic scales.

From chromatic scales he passed to broken chords.

Then he listened again for three or four minutes.

Hearing nothing more he went to open the door, and perceived Benedetto, who fell upon his knees.
"Who are you ?" he demanded roughly.
"My name is Piero Maironi," Benedetto answered; "but here at the monastery they call me Benedetto." And he made a movement to take the Abbot's hand and kiss it.
"One moment," said the Abbot, frowning, withdrawing and raising his hand.

"What are you doing here ?" "I work in the kitchen garden," Benedetto replied.
"Fool!" exclaimed the Abbot.