"Who is afraid?
What could they do to an old woman?
Ah! you hold up your hands.

That is kind of you.

But I am no longer young, and there is my Albert--with those stupid whiskers.

It is unfilial to wear whiskers, and I have told him so.

And you--who could harm you--a priest?
Besides, no one could be a priest, and not a Royalist, Abbe!" "I know it, Madame, and that is why I am one.