Of this, he had not thought.
"Do not you think of it, either," said he, and he hastened to change the subject.

He gave Benedetto some books and a letter for the parish-priest at Jenne, whose guest he would be for the present.

Whether or no he should remain at Jenne, and in case he did not, whether he should return to Subiaco or go elsewhere, that Divine Providence must point out to him.
"_Padre mio_," Benedetto said, "truly I do not think of what may happen to me to-morrow.

I think only of the words: _'Magister adest et vocat me!'_ but not as being spoken by a supernatural voice.

I was wrong not to understand that the Master is always present, and always calling me, you, every one! If only our soul be hushed, we may hear His voice!" A faint ray of sunshine glinted into the cell.