You are a fair subject for suspicion, apart from the evidence shown," said the Abbe, trying now to be as polite as the tailor.
"This is a free country.

So long as the law is obeyed, one can go where one wills without question, I take it." "There is a law of vagrancy." "I am a householder, a tenant of the Church, not a vagrant." "Monsieur, you can have your choice of proving these things here or in Quebec," said the Abbe, with angry impatience again.
"I may not be compelled to prove anything.

It is the privilege of the law to prove the crime against me." "You are a very remarkable tailor," said the Abbe sarcastically.
"I have not had the honour of making you even a cassock, I think.
Monsieur le Cure, I believe, approves of those I make for him.

He has a good figure, however." "You refuse to identify yourself ?" asked the Abbe, with asperity.
"I am not aware that you possess any right to ask me to do so." The Abbe's thin lips clipped-to like shears.

He turned again towards the officers.
"It would relieve the situation," interposed the Seigneur, "if Monsieur could find it possible to grant the Abbe's demand." Charley bowed to the Seigneur.