"What is it? what is it?"
"There is in his neighbourhood a capuchin friar who sets himself in array against my cousin, who hates him, and the matter stands thus"
"How often have I told you both to let the friars manage their own affairs? It is enough for those to whom it belongs—but you, you can avoid having any thing to do with them"
"Signor uncle, it is my duty to inform you that Roderick would have avoided it, if it had been possible. It is the friar who has quarrelled with him, and he has used every means"
"What the devil can the friar have in common with my nephew?"
"First of all, he is known to be a quarrelsome fellow; he protects a peasant girl of the village, and regards her with a benevolence, to say the least of it, very suspicious."
"I comprehend," said his uncle; and a ray of malice passed over the depth of dulness which nature had stamped on his countenance.
"For some time," continued Attilio, "the friar has suspected Roderick of designs on this young girl"
"He has suspected, indeed! I know the signor Roderick too well myself, not to need to be told that he is incorrigible in such matters!"
"That Roderick, signor uncle, may have had some trifling conversation with this girl, I can very well believe; he is young, and, moreover, not a capuchin,—but these are idle tales, not worth engaging your attention. The serious part of the affair is, that the friar speaks of Roderick as if he were a villain, and instigates all the country against him"
"And the other friars?"
"They do not meddle with it, because they know him to be hot-headed, though they have great respect for Roderick; but then, on the other hand, the friar passes for a saint with the villagers, and"
"I imagine he does not know Roderick is my nephew."
