They were approaching Daphne's Bower, which they entered, and sat there to taste the coolness of a descending midsummer day.
The baronet seemed in a humour for dignified fooling; the lady for serious converse.
"I shall believe again in Arthur's knights," she said.

"When I was a girl I dreamed of one." "And he was in quest of the San Greal ?" "If you like." "And showed his good taste by turning aside for the more tangible San Blandish ?" "Of course you consider it would have been so," sighed the lady, ruffling.
"I can only judge by our generation," said Sir Austin, with a bend of homage.
The lady gathered her mouth.

"Either we are very mighty or you are very weak." "Both, madam." "But whatever we are, and if we are bad, bad! we love virtue, and truth, and lofty souls, in men: and, when we meet those qualities in them, we are constant, and would die for them--die for them.

Ah! you know men but not women." "The knights possessing such distinctions must be young, I presume ?" said Sir Austin.
"Old, or young!" "But if old, they are scarce capable of enterprise ?" "They are loved for themselves, not for their deeds." "Ah!" "Yes--ah!" said the lady.

"Intellect may subdue women--make slaves of them; and they worship beauty perhaps as much as you do.