It might seem a fair case for a grand jury of clericals.

But it breaks down in certain places.

Your criminal is a Frenchman; the tailor of Chaudiere is an Englishman." The Abbe's face was contracted with stubborn annoyance, though he held his tongue from violence.

"Do you deny that you are French ?" he asked tartly.
"I could almost endure the suspicion because of the compliment to my command of your charming language." "Prove that you are an Englishman.

No one knows where you came from; no one knows what you are.