"True. They expelled me. And why? Why? Tell me that."
"Out with it."
"For instituting reforms. Religion is a farce!"
A woman, scenting a story, issued from the door, and leaning on the shoulder of her husband, said:
"Come, Citoyen Sans-Chagrin, tell us of that."
"I reformed the confessional," Sans-Chagrin began querulously. "Aye, and it needed it, too. Every day and every hour I had to be disturbed for a confession. I said to myself, if there's so much wickedness, it's because the confessional isn't rigid enough. That's logical, isn't it?"
"And what did you do?"
"Only this. I announced that, in future, to avert confusion and to better impress the penitent with his crime, I would hear confessions thus:
"On Monday, all the liars.
"On Tuesday, all the misers.