You have chosen not to do so.

And now, do you think I am likely to exchange what she and I really are, for anything more respectable that you believe you can offer?
"How, under God, you could have punished her as you did--how you could have reconciled your conscience to the invocation of a brutal law which rehabilitated you at the expense of the woman who had been your wife--how you could have done this in the name of duty and of conscience, I can not comprehend.
"I do not believe that one drop of your blood runs in my veins." He bent forward, laying his hands flat on the cloth, then gripping it fiercely in clenched fists: "All I want of you is what was my mother's.

I bear the name she gave me; it pleased her to bestow it; it is good enough for me to wear.

If it be hers only, or if it was also my father's, I do not know; but that name, legitimate or otherwise, is not for exchange! I will keep it, Colonel Arran.

I am what I am." He hesitated, rigid, clenching and unclenching his hands--then drew a deep, agonised breath: "I suppose you have meant to be just to me, I wish you might have dealt more mercifully with my mother.