"You said, just now, I think, that in your youth you contracted debts; have you paid them?"
And on an affirmative sign from Durtal, he said, "Good," and went on,
"Have you belonged to any secret society? have you fought a duel?—I am obliged to ask these questions for they are reserved cases."
"No?—Good"—and he was silent.
"Before God, I accuse myself of everything," resumed Durtal; "as I confessed to you, yesterday, since my first communion I have given up everything; prayers, mass, everything; I have denied God, I have blasphemed, I had entirely lost faith."
And Durtal stopped.
He was reaching the sins of the flesh. His voice fell.
"Here I do not know how to explain myself," he said, keeping back his tears.
"Let us see," the monk said gently; "you told me yesterday that you had committed all those acts which are comprised in the sin of lust."
"Yes, father;" and trembling, he added, "Must I go into the details?"