"I must worry. I'm responsible for you as long as you're not confirmed.
You forget that I'm your godmother as well as your mother."
She had forgotten it. And Papa and Uncle Victor were her godfathers. "What did your godfathers and godmothers then for you?—They did promise and vow three things in my name—" they had actually done it. "First: that I should renounce"—renounce—renounce—"Secondly: that I should believe all the Articles of the Christian Faith—"
The Christian Faith—the Catholic Faith. "Which Faith except everyone do keep whole and undefiled, without doubt he shall perish everlastingly"—
—"And the Catholic Faith is this: That we worship one God in Trinity and
Trinity in Unity."
They had promised and vowed all that. In her name. What right had they?
What right had they?
"You're not a baby any more," her mother said.
"That's what I mean. I was a baby when you went and did it. I knew nothing about it. You can't make me responsible."
"It's we who are responsible," her mother said.
"I mean for your vows and promises, Mamma darling. If you'll let me off my responsibility I'll let you off yours."
"Now," her mother said, "you're prevaricating."