I have spoken of this matter with the lord abbot, who has graciously given his consent.

Let me now make known to you that, at sunrise to-morrow, your attendants who have been sojourning at Casinum, will await you by the gate of the monastery.

I wish you, dear lord, a fair journey.

Let your thoughts sometimes turn to us; by us you will ever be remembered.' Long before the morrow's sunrise, Basil was stirring.

By the light of his little lamp, he and Deodatus conversed together, no longer as master and servant, but as loving friends, until the bell called them to matins.