Yes, yes; she was the last.
_Fran_. Then I'll give you the blue-eyed nun of St. Catherine's.
_Paul_. With all my heart.--[_Drinks_.] Pray, brother Augustine, were
there any benefactions left in my absence?
_Aug_. Don Juan Corduba has left a hundred ducats, to remember him in
our masses.
_Paul_. Has he? let them be paid to our wine-merchant, and we'll
remember him in our cups, which will do just as well. Anything more?
_Aug_. Yes; Baptista, the rich miser, who died last week, has
bequeathed us a thousand pistoles, and the silver lamp he used in his
own chamber, to burn before the image of St. Anthony.
_Paul_. 'Twas well meant, but we'll employ his money better--
Baptista's bounty shall light the living, not the dead. St. Anthony is
not afraid to be left in the dark, though he was.--[_Knocking_.] See
who's there.
[FATHER FRANCIS _goes to the door and opens it_.]
_Enter_ PORTER.
_Port_. Here's one without, in pressing haste to speak with Father
Paul.
_Fran_. Brother Paul!
[FATHER PAUL _comes from behind a curtain with a glass of wine, and in
his hand a piece of cake_.]
_Paul_. Here! how durst you, fellow, thus abruptly break in upon our
devotions?
_Port_. I thought they were finished.
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