"Worthy father," answered the knight, "here

is a poor wanderer bewildered in these woods, who gives thee the opportunity of exercising your charity and hospitality."

"Good brother," replied the inhabitant of the hermitage,"it has pleased our Lady and St Dunstan to destine me for the object of those virtues, instead of the exercises thereof. I have no provisions here which even a dog would share with me, and a horse of any tenderness of nurture would despise my couch—pass therefore on thy way, and God speed thee."

"But how," replied the knight, "is it possible for me to find my way through such a wood as this, when darkness is coming on? I pray you, reverend father, as you are a Christian, to undo your door, and at least point out to me my road."

"And I pray you, good Christian brother," replied the anchorite, "to disturb me no more. You have already interrupted one pater, two aves, and a credo, which I, miserable sinner that I am, should, according to my vow, have said before moonrise."