“I see that you are a bad priest, as I have often been told, since you disobey your bishop,” he rejoined with an angry manner!
I replied: “I do not see why I am a bad priest, because I keep what my God has given me.”
“Are you ignorant of the fact that you have no right to possess any property,” he answered.
“Yes! my lord, I am ignorant of any law in our holy church that deprives me of any such rights. If, however, your lordship can show me any such law, I will give you the title of that property just now.”
“If there is not such a law,” he replied, stamping on the ground with his feet, “I will get one passed.”
“My lord,” I replied, “You are a great bishop. You have great power in the church, but allow me to tell you that you are not great enough to have such a law passed, in our holy church!”
“You are an insolent priest,” he answered with an accent of terrible anger, “and I will make you repent for your insolence.”
He then turned his face towards the chapel, without waiting for my answer, and ordered the horses put in the carriage, that he might leave in the shortest possible time.
A quarter of an hour later, he had left St. Anne, where he was never to come again.
The visit of that mitred thief, with his two profligate priests, though very short, did much by the mercy of God, to prepare our minds to understand that Rome is the great harlot of the Bible, which seduces and intoxicates the nations with the wine of her prostitution.