My son, you were suggesting a dangerous thing.

Your life would scarcely satisfy the law were you convicted of insinuating such treason.

What if one of your prowling guards had overheard you?
Your neck and mine might feel the halter.

Quod avertat dominus." He crossed himself and in a solemn voice added in English: "May the Lord forbid! Ah, my son, we priests protect those we love." "And I, who am not fit to tie a priest's shoe, do likewise.

Father, I love Alice Roussillon." "Love is a holy thing, my son.