Yesterday was All Saints, and never a Mass heard I.
To-day is All Souls, and never a prayer may I offer up in this place of sin for the rest of my mother's soul." "How so ?" quoth Garnache, looking in wonder at this religiously minded cut-throat.
"How so?
Is not the House of Condillac under excommunication, and every man who stays in it of his own free will?
Prayers and Sacraments are alike forbidden here." Garnache received a sudden inspiration.

He leapt to his feet, his face convulsed as if at the horror of learning of a hitherto undreamt-of state of things.

He never paused to give a moment's consideration to the cut-throat's mind, so wonderfully constituted as to enable him to break with impunity every one of the commandments every day of the week for the matter of a louis d'or or two, and yet be afflicted by qualms of conscience at living under a roof upon which the Church had hurled her malediction.
"What are you saying, compatriot?
What is it that you tell me ?" "The truth," said Arsenio, with a shrug.

"Any man who wilfully abides in the services of Condillac"-- and instinctively he lowered his voice lest the Captain or the Marquise should be within earshot--, "is excommunicate." "By the Host!" swore the false Piedmontese.

"I am a Christian man myself, Arsenio, and I have lived in ignorance of this thing ?" "That ignorance may be your excuse.