You must really excuse me, Jools, it's again' conscience, you know." "Ah!" said St.-Ange, "_c'est_ very true.

For you it would be a sin, _mais_ for me it is only 'abit.

Rilligion is a very strange; I know a man one time, he thing it was wrong to go to cock-fight Sunday evening.
I thing it is all 'abit.

_Mais_, come, Posson Jone'; I have got one friend, Miguel; led us go at his house and ged some coffee.

Come; Miguel have no familie; only him and Joe--always like to see friend; _allons_, led us come yonder." "Why, Jools, my dear friend, you know," said the shamefaced parson, "I never visit on Sundays." "Never w'at ?" asked the astounded Creole.
"No," said Jones, smiling awkwardly.
"Never visite ?" "Exceptin' sometimes amongst church-members." said Parson Jones.
"_Mais_," said the seductive St.-Ange, "Miguel and Joe is church-member'-- certainlee! They love to talk about rilligion.