At lunch the talk was all of valour and death, and the magnificent qualities of British admirals.
Clarissa quoted one poet, Willoughby quoted another.

Life on board a man-of-war was splendid, so they agreed, and sailors, whenever one met them, were quite especially nice and simple.
This being so, no one liked it when Helen remarked that it seemed to her as wrong to keep sailors as to keep a Zoo, and that as for dying on a battle-field, surely it was time we ceased to praise courage--"or to write bad poetry about it," snarled Pepper.
But Helen was really wondering why Rachel, sitting silent, looked so queer and flushed..