“Whose house is this?”
“It is mine, my lord.”
“It is yours!” he replied, “and to whom does that fine garden belong?”
“It is mine, also, my lord.”
“Well! Well!” he rejoined. “Where did you get the money to purchase that fine piece of land, and build that house?”
“I got the money where every honest man gets what he possesses, in my hard labor, and in the sweat of my brow,” I replied.
“I want that house and that piece of land!” rejoined the bishop, with an imperative voice.
“So do I,” I replied.
“You must give me that house, with the land on which it is built,” said the bishop.
“I can not give them as long as I am in need of them, my lord,” I replied.