"Understand this: You ask too many favors of me. Perhaps I’m not as different as you phant’sy from Eliza. She is a businesswoman—she does nothing for free. You , cousin, have put me to an immense amount of trouble and expense. I have given you death, a splendid bespoke coffin, resurrection, safe transit out of Eliza’s web, and now a new identity." She patted the bundle: it was a clerical robe, but light gray, not the black of the Jesuits. "You are now Edmund de Ath, a Belgian Jansenist."