I should have to go to the priest, to my confessor." "Your confessor?
Do you go to confession ?" "Do you take me for a Turk ?" Regina asked, laughing.

"I go to confession at Christmas and Easter.

I tell the priest that I am very bad, and am sorry, but that it is for you and that I cannot help it.

Then he asks me if I will promise to leave you and be good.

And I say no, that I will not promise that.