Jourd. Is it possible a Priest should be such a Villain?
Old Lar. Nothing's impossible to the Church you know.
Jourd. And may I hope St. Francis will be appeas'd.
Old Lar. Hum! There is a great Favourite of that Saint who lives in this Town, his Name is Monsieur Laroon. If you could get him to say half a Dozen Bead-Rolls for you, they might be of great Service.
Jourd. How! Can the Saint regard so loose a Liver?
Old Lar. Oh! St. Francis loves an honest merry Fellow to his Soul. And hearkee, I don't think it impossible for Mr. Laroon to bring you acquainted with the Saint; for to my Knowledge, they very often crack a Bottle together.
Jourd. Can I believe it?
Serv. Father Martin is below.
Old Lar. Son, behave civilly to him, nor mention a Word of what I have told you—that we may entrap him more securely.