So I have come, Monsieur le Cure, to beg you to listen to me." "I will listen to you, Miss Percival," stammered the Abbe.
"I am rich, Monsieur le Cure, I am very rich, and to speak frankly I love my wealth very much-yes, very much.

To it I owe the luxury which surrounds me, luxury which, I acknowledge--it is a confession--is by no means disagreeable to me.

My excuse is that I am still very young; it will perhaps pass as I grow older, but of that I am not very sure.
I have another excuse; it is, that if I love money a little for the pleasure that it procures me, I love it still more for the good which it allows me to do.

I love it--selfishly, if you like--for the joy of giving, but I think that my fortune is not very badly placed in my hands.

Well, Monsieur le Cure, in the same way that you have the care of souls, it seems that I have the care of money.