He was carrying a bundle of fagots, and had fallen badly, and could not rise again with his burden.
"God and St.Benedict sent a monk that way," he continued.

"This monk lifted me up, comforted me, gave me his arm, and took me to the convent, where the other monks restored me.

Then I came away, but the monk stayed at the Sacro Speco." "And what has all this to do with it ?" the gardener exclaimed.
"Simply this, that dressed as he was I did not at once know him; but afterwards I did.

It was he." "Whom do you mean by _he_ ?" "Benedetto." "Who was Benedetto ?" "The monk." "You are mad! You idiot!" the two men exclaimed together.
Jeanne gave the cripple a silver piece.
"Think well," she said.

"Tell the truth!" The cripple overflowed with benedictions, mingling with them such humble expressions as: "Just as you please, just as you please! I may have been mistaken, I may have been mistaken," and with his string of pious mumblings he took himself off.