Cavalry in Europe can't win much honour--not individual honour, I mean.

I suppose being part of a victorious machine is exhilarating.

I confess I should not think much of wearing that sort of feather.

It's right to do one's duty, comforting to trample down opposition, and agreeable to shed blood, but when you have matched yourself man to man, and beaten--why, then, I dub you knight." Wilfrid bowed, half-laughing, in a luxurious abandonment to his sensations.

Possibly because of their rule over him then, the change in him was so instant from flattered delight to vexed perplexity.