When he had done, the friar said quietly, “'Tis well, my son, These be faults. Now to thy crimes, Thou hadst done better to begin with them.”
“Why, father, what crimes lie to my account if these be none?”
“Am I confessing to thee, or thou to me?” said Clement somewhat severely.
“Forgive me, father! Why, surely, I to you. But I know not what you call crimes.”
“The seven deadly sins, art thou clear of them?”
“Heaven forefend 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?”