We are not such fools as you think.

You are very clever, Gabriel, and we respect you as our master, for everything you say is true.

But it seems to us that when you have to do with things--practical things: you understand me?
when one must call bread, bread, and wine, wine: am I explaining myself ?--you are, begging your pardon, rather soft, like all those who live much in books.

We are ignorant, but we see more clearly." He walked away from Gabriel, who-was quite unable to understand the true bearing of this aberration among his disciples.

Several times when he went up to the tower to spend a few moments with his friends, they would suddenly cease their conversation, looking anxiously at him as though they feared he might have overheard their words.
It was several days since Don Martin had been in the cloister.