I did grievous wrong ever to wed with one reared a Protestant, however she might abjure the errors in which she was brought up.

False son of a false mother--" "Hold, sir! You shall not miscall my mother! No son will stand by and hear that!" "I will say what I will in mine own house, thou evil, malapert boy!" roared the old man.

"I tell thee that thy mother was a false woman, that she deceived me bitterly.

After solemnly abjuring the errors in which she had been reared, and being received into the true fold, she, as years went by, lapsed more and more into her foul heretical ways of thought and speech; and though she went to her last reckoning (unshriven and unassoiled, for she would have no priest at her dying bed) before ye twain were old enough to have been corrupted by her precept and example, ye must have sucked in heresy with your mother's milk, else how could son of mine act in the vile fashion that thou art acting ?" "I am acting in no vile fashion.

I am no heretic.