Bernard Capes, A Jay of Italy — Chapter 1 (1905)
“ Set a saint, I say, to catch a saint.'The other laughed louder.'The right sort of saint for that, I trow, from Giuseppe's loins.''Nay, good my lord, the Lord Abbot himself is no less a saint.''What!' roared Lanti, 'saints all around! This is the right hagiolatry, where I need never despair of a niche for myself. I too am the son of my father, dear Messer Ciacco, as this Parablist is, I'll protest, of your Abbot, whose piety is an old story. What! you don't recognise a family likeness?'The landlord abased himself between deference and roguery. ”
