It is an error of the vulgar to suppose that all is dragon in the dragon's jaws.' 'Men are his fangs and claws.' 'Ay, but the passion for his fiery breath is in woman.

She will take her leap and have her jump, will and will! And at the point where she will and she won't, the dragon gulps and down she goes! However, the business is to keep our buttercup duchess from that same point.

Is she near ?' 'I can see her,' said Chloe.
Beau Beamish requested a sketch of her, and Chloe began: 'She is ravishing.' Upon which he commented, 'Every woman is ravishing at forty paces, and still more so in imagination.' 'Beautiful auburn hair, and a dazzling red and white complexion, set in a blue coif.' 'Her eyes ?' 'Melting blue.' ''Tis an English witch!' exclaimed the beau, and he compassionately invoked her absent lord.
Chloe's optics were no longer tasked to discern the fair lady's lineaments, for the chariot windows came flush with those of the beau on the broad plateau of the hill.

His coach door was opened.

He sat upright, levelling his privileged stare at Duchess Susan until she blushed.
'Ay, madam,' quoth he, 'I am not the first.' 'La, sir!' said she; 'who are you ?' The beau deliberately raised his hat and bowed.