Therefore, avoid you, Father Clement, or speak to those who can understand your doctrine.

I have no heart to be a martyr: I have never in my whole life had courage enough so much as to snuff a candle with my fingers; and, to speak the truth, I am minded to go back to Perth, sue out my pardon in the spiritual court, carry my fagot to the gallows foot in token of recantation, and purchase myself once more the name of a good Catholic, were it at the price of all the worldly wealth that remains to me." "You are angry, my dearest brother," said Clement, "and repent you on the pinch of a little worldly danger and a little worldly loss for the good thoughts which you once entertained." "You speak at ease, Father Clement, since I think you have long forsworn the wealth and goods of the world, and are prepared to yield up your life when it is demanded in exchange for the doctrine you preach and believe.

You are as ready to put on your pitched shirt and brimstone head gear as a naked man is to go to his bed, and it would seem you have not much more reluctance to the ceremony.

But I still wear that which clings to me.

My wealth is still my own, and I thank Heaven it is a decent pittance whereon to live; my life, too, is that of a hale old man of sixty, who is in no haste to bring it to a close; and if I were poor as Job and on the edge of the grave, must I not still cling to my daughter, whom your doctrines have already cost so dear ?" "Thy daughter, friend Simon," said the Carmelite [Carthusian], "may be truly called an angel upon earth." "Ay, and by listening to your doctrines, father, she is now like to be called on to be an angel in heaven, and to be transported thither in a chariot of fire." "Nay, my good brother," said Clement, "desist, I pray you, to speak of what you little understand.