'Go on; talk of her, pray; without comparisons.

I detest them.

How did you meet her?
What made you part?
Where is she now?
I have no wish to find her, but I want thoroughly to believe in her.' Another than Woodseer would have perceived the young lord's malady.

Here was one bitten by the serpent of love, and athirst for an image of the sex to serve for the cooling herb, as youth will be.

Woodseer put it down to a curious imaginative fellowship with himself.