—Here it is, Monsieur le Curé.
—Ah, Veronica. Errare humanum est.
—Yes, I know, Monsieur Fortin often repeated it. That means to say that the devil is sly, and the flesh is weak.
—It is something like that. So then I trust to your honesty.
—You can do so without fear.
—To your discretion.
—You can do so with all confidence.
—To your friendship for me. Have you really a little, Veronica?
—I have, sir, said the servant, affected. You ask me that: what must I then do to convince you?
—Be discreet, that is all.