"Father!"
"Your Holiness?"
"The inscrutable decree of God which made me your Pontiff has not altered our relations to each other as men?"
The Capuchin took snuff and answered, "Your Holiness is always so good as to say so."
"You are my master now just as you were thirty years ago, and there is something I wish to ask of you."
"What is it, your Holiness?"
"You have been a confessor many years, Father?"
"Forty years, your Holiness."
"In that time you have had many difficult cases?"
"Very many."