"The seven deadly sins, art thou clear of them?"
"Heaven forfend I should be guilty of them. I know them not by name."
"Many do them all that cannot name them. Begin with that one which leads to lying, theft, and murder."
"I am quit of that one any way. How call you it?"
"AVARICE, my son."
"Avarice? Oh, as to that, I have been a saving man all my day; but I have kept a good table, and not altogether forgotten the poor. But, alas, I am a great sinner. Mayhap the next will catch me. What is the next?"
"We have not yet done with this one. Bethink thee, the Church is not to be trifled with."
"Alas! am I in a condition to trifle with her now? Avarice? Avarice?"
He looked puzzled and innocent.
"Hast thou ever robbed the fatherless?" inquired the friar.