At the French Market, near by, there was some noble coffee.

This, however, would have to be bought, and Parson Jones had scruples.
"You see, Jools, every man has his conscience to guide him, which it does so in"-- "Oh, yes!" cried St.-Ange, "conscien'; thad is the bez, Posson Jone'.
Certainlee! I am a _Catholique_, you is a _schismatique_; you thing it is wrong to dring some coffee--well, then, it _is_ wrong; you thing it is wrong to make the sugah to ged the so large price--well, then, it _is_ wrong; I thing it is right--well, then, it is right; it is all 'abit; _c'est tout_.

What a man thing is right, _is right_; 'tis all 'abit.

A man muz nod go again' his conscien'.

My faith! do you thing I would go again' my conscien'?
_Mais allons_, led us go and ged some coffee." "Jools." "W'at ?" "Jools, it ain't the drinkin' of coffee, but the buyin' of it on a Sabbath.