And such a heart! Such a great heart! Many times he had given the scanty dole of food he received from the monastery to the poor .-- And where could one find him at this hour ?--Oh! surely in the garden; Fra Antonio fancied he would be busy sprinkling the grape vines with sulphate of copper.
Jeanne's heart beats so violently that her sight becomes dim.

She sits silent and motionless.

Fra Antonio thinks she has forgotten Benedetto.
"Ah! signora," he says, "Santa Scolastica is a fine monastery, but you should see Praglia!" For Fra Antonio passed several years at Praglia in his youth, before the abbey was suppressed, and he speaks of it as of a venerable mother.

"Ah! the church at Praglia! The cloisters! The hanging cloister, the refectory!" At these unexpected words Jeanne grows excited.

They seem to say to her: "Go, go, go at once!" She starts from her chair.
"And this garden?
In which direction is it ?" Fra Antonio, somewhat astonished, answered that it might be reached through the monastery, or by skirting the outside.