“What is it now?”
“It is, that you never think of the duties of your profession, that you wallow in greediness and drunkenness, and let religion go where it pleases.”
Gorenflot looked astonished. “I!” he gasped.
“Yes, you; you are disgraceful to see; you are covered with mud; you have been drunk in the streets.”
“It is too true!”
“If you go on so, I will abandon you.”
“Chicot, my friend, you will not do that? Am I very guilty?”
“There are archers at Lyons.”
“Oh, pity! my dear protector, pity!”
“Are you a Christian or not?”