To this Abbot Kasatsky submitted himself as to his chosen director.
He was submissive to the Abbot, but in the depths of his soul he never ceased to condemn him.
"Pray, do not decide too hastily, Highness," the Abbot replied.
It lay in a rosebush, dyeing the Abbot's roses a deeper red.
Peter the Venerable, Abbot of Clugni, relates a very similar story.
The soldiers grinned; the Abbot looked on with an impassive face.
The Cardinal was present, but the Abbot of Westminster celebrated.
Abbot's thoughts are evidently far away, and he makes no reply.
Fields, gallant fellow, was our adjutant then, and he and Abbot were close friends.
It wasn't Abbot who endorsed him at all, except by silence and sufferance, you may say.