Also there was a Roman Catholic priest who sat opposite to the Pasteur.

For a while these two eyed each other with evident animosity, just like a pair of rival dogs, Godfrey thought to himself.
At the outskirts of the town they passed a shrine, in which was the image of some saint.

The priest crossed himself and bowed so low that he struck the knee of the Pasteur, who remonstrated in an elaborate and sarcastic fashion.

Then the fight began, and those two holy men belaboured each other, with words, not fists, for the rest of the journey.

Godfrey's French was sadly to seek, still before it was done, he did wonder whether all their language was strictly Christian, for such words as _Sapristi_, and _Nom de Dieu_, accompanied by snapping of the fingers, and angry stares, struck him as showing a contentious and even a hostile spirit.