Then, to her great chagrin, he himself withdrew.
When she was alone Jeanne had another attack of violent palpitation.
_Dio!_ how the past came back to her! How Praglia came back! And to think that he came and went through that entrance, through those cloisters, who knows how many times a day; that he must often think of Praglia, of that hour fixed by fate, of that water spilled, of the ecstasy, the tightly clasped hands, under cover of the fur cloak, on the way home.

To think he was now free, and she also was free! How feverish she felt, how feverish! Fra Antonio, who had at first been terrified at finding this breathless woman left there on his hands, was presently amazed by the rapid words and questions with which she suddenly assailed him .-- Was there not a kitchen-garden near the monastery ?--Yes, very near, on the west side; there was only a narrow lane intervening .-- And who cultivated it ?--A kitchen-gardener .-- Young?
Old?
From Subiaco?
A stranger ?--Old.

From Subiaco .-- And no one else ?--Yes, Benedetto .-- Benedetto?
Who was Benedetto ?--A young man from the _Padre foresterario's_ native town .-- And what was the _Padre foresterario's_ native town ?--Brescia .-- And this young man was called Benedetto ?--Every one called him Benedetto, but Fra Antonio could not say if that was his real name .-- But what sort of man was he ?--Ah! that Fra Antonio could say.
He was almost more holy than the monks themselves.

You could see by his face that he came of a good family, yet he was housed like a dog; he ate only bread, fruit, and herbs; he spent whole nights, in prayer probably, out on the mountains.

He tilled the soil, and he also studied in the library with the _Padre foresterario_.