"I hope so, Monsieur Paradis."
"And if you have any other bad intention, Pamphile, cast it from you and you will have peace in your soul."
"I will, Monsieur, I will; but first I must settle a little score with one of the good neighbours."
"Forgive him, my son, as you hope to be forgiven."
"Impossible, Monsieur le curé. I will settle the score; and afterwards I will come and tell you, for I have long desired to turn over a new leaf. I might have been a good man, Monsieur; but I was turned in the wrong direction. You shall turn me the other way, Monsieur le curé."
"Now, Pamphile."
"To-morrow, Monsieur le curé."
"There may be no to-morrow, Pamphile."
"Well, Monsieur Paradis, I will take the risk of that. I was always a gambler. One more chance; one more throw! Fortune, life, eternity I will risk once more; and after that we shall see. Au revoir, Monsieur le curé. Will you not say a little prayer for my intention?"
"Assuredly Pamphile, but I implore----"