For there was nothing but accord between the brothers; they shared good and evil hap alike.
It was with his son, my father, who abjured the old faith and became a Protestant, that your father picked a quarrel.

He hated his brother's wife, it is true; but he never appeared to hate his brother.

And he suffered more than any in the years that followed.
He lost his all, and has been a ruined man since.

If he had a secret hoard, sure he would scarce live the life he does now." "I know not.

It seems scarce like; and yet I can never answer for my father's moods, they are so wild and strange.