“He won't have it.”
“What! not at all?”
“No, no more than an ass that won't budge an inch, saving your presence.”
“What do you say to him yourself in order to make him decide?”
“I say to him that she's a good girl, and strong, too, and thrifty also.”
“And this does not make him agree to it. So you want me to speak to him?”
“Exactly. You speak to him.”
“And what am I to tell your father?”
“Why, what you tell people in your sermons to make them give you sous.”
In the peasant's mind every effort of religion consisted in loosening the purse strings, in emptying the pockets of men in order to fill the heavenly coffer. It was a kind of huge commercial establishment, of which the cures were the clerks; sly, crafty clerks, sharp as any one must be who does business for the good God at the expense of the country people.