“Twice?” repeated Sabot.
“Yes.”
The priest smiled.
“You understand perfectly that you must have a general cleaning up, a thorough cleansing. So I will expect you to-morrow.”
The carpenter, much agitated, asked:
“Where do you do that?”
“Why—in the confessional.”
“In—that box, over there in the corner? The fact is—is—that it does not suit me, your box.”
“How is that?”
“Seeing that—seeing that I am not accustomed to that, and also I am rather hard of hearing.”