Say, my Lord Abbot, did Sir Christopher make you his heir also ?" Then, before he could answer, Cicely, who had been silent all this while, broke in-- "Heap what insults you will on me, my Lord Abbot, and having robbed me of my father, my husband, and my heart, rob me of my goods also, if you can.

In my case it matters little.

But slander not my child, if one should be born to me, nor dare to touch its rights.

Think not that you can break the mother as you broke the girl, for there you will find that you have a she-wolf by the ear." He looked at her, they all looked at her, for in her eyes was something that compelled theirs.

Clement Maldon, who knew the world and how a she-wolf can fight for its cub, read in them a warning which caused him to change his tone.
"Tut, tut, daughter," he said; "what is the good of vapouring of a child that is not and may never be?
When it comes I will christen it, and we will talk." "When it comes you will not lay a finger on it.