You've been listening to him.

'Twas he sent you hither." "I am no man's lackey," answered the other hotly, resenting the imputation--and resenting it the more because of the truth in it.
"To call me a pirate is to say a foolish thing.

Hawkins with whom I sailed has also received the accolade, and who dubs us pirates insults the Queen herself.

Apart from that, which, as you see, is a very empty charge, what else have you against me?
I am, I hope, as good as any other here in Cornwall; Rosamund honours me with her affection and I am rich and shall be richer still ere the wedding bells are heard." "Rich with the fruit of thieving upon the seas, rich with the treasures of scuttled ships and the price of slaves captured in Africa and sold to the plantations, rich as the vampire is glutted--with the blood of dead men." "Does Sir John say that ?" asked Sir Oliver, in a soft deadly voice.
"I say it." "I heard you; but I am asking where you learnt that pretty lesson.

Is Sir John your preceptor?
He is, he is.