ox?

'"L'opere sue non furon leonine, ma di volpe."'

The man in black sat silent for a considerable time, and at length
answered, in rather a faltering voice, 'I was not prepared for this; you
have frequently surprised me by your knowledge of things, which I should
never have expected any person of your appearance to be acquainted with,
but that you should be aware of my name is a circumstance utterly
incomprehensible to me. I had imagined that no person in England was
acquainted with it; indeed, I don't see how any person should be, I have
revealed it to no one, not being particularly proud of it. Yes, I
acknowledge that my name is Fraser, and that I am of the blood of that
family or clan, of which the rector of our college once said, that he was
firmly of opinion that every individual member was either rogue or fool.
I was born at Madrid, of pure, _oime_, Fraser blood. My parents at an
early age took me to --- {26a} where they shortly died, not, however,
before they had placed me in the service of a cardinal, with whom I
continued some years, and who, when he had no further occasion for me,
sent me to the college, in the left-hand cloister of which, as you enter,
rest the bones of Sir John D---; {26b} there, in studying logic and
humane letters, I lost whatever of humanity I had retained when discarded
by the cardinal. Let me not, however, forget two points--I am a Fraser,
it is true, but not a Flannagan: I may bear the vilest name of Britain,
but not of Ireland; I was bred up at the English house, and there is at
--- a house for the education of bog-trotters; I was not bred up at that;
beneath the lowest gulf there is one yet lower; whatever my blood may be
it is at least not Irish; whatever my education may have been I was not
bred at the Irish seminary--on those accounts I am thankful--yes, _per
dio_! I am thankful. After some years at college--but why should I tell
you my history, you know it already perfectly well, probably much better
than myself. I am now a missionary priest labouring in heretic England,
like Parsons and Garnet of old, save and except that, unlike them, I run
no danger, for the times are changed. As I told you before, I shall
cleave to Rome--I must; _no hay remedio_, as they say at Madrid, and I
will do my best to further her holy plans--he! he!--but I confess I begin
to doubt of their being successful here--you put me out; old Fraser of
Lovat! I have heard my father talk of him;