Blame me! Do what you like to punish me! Now, I shall make amends.

Tell me what I best may do.

Shall I go to her, shall I tell her ?" "Not as my messenger.

Not for me." "No?
Well, then, for myself?
That is my right.

I shall tell her how priestly faithful a man you were." I walked to her, took her arms in my hands and raised her to my level, looking into her eyes.
"Madam," I said, "God knows, I am no priest.