Master Hymn-of-Praise Busy folded his hands before him ere he spoke: "Nay but I tell thee, woman, that the Lord hath no love for such frivolities and alack but 'tis a sign of the times that an English Squire should favor such evil ways." "Evil ways? The Lord love you, Master Hymn-of-Praise, and pray do you call half an hour at the skittle alley 'evil ways'?" "Aye, evil it is to indulge our sinful bodies in such recreation as doth not tend to the glorification of the Lord and the sanctification of our immortal souls."