“I not a Christian!”
“Then do not let a neighbor die without confession.”
“I am ready, but I must drink first, for I am thirsty.”
Chicot passed him a jug of water, which he emptied.
“Now who am I to confess?”
“Our unlucky neighbor who is dying.”
“Let them give him a pint of wine with honey in it.”
“He needs spiritual aid as well as temporal. Go to him.”
“Am I fit?” said Gorenflot, timidly.
“Perfectly.”