Absorbed in the contemplation of her own charms, she sees not, until too late, the dangers which surround her.

Such little foolish birds, my daughter, are best in the safe shelter of the cloister.
Moreover, of what value are they in the world?
None.

If Popinjays wed them, they do but hatch out broods of foolish little Popinjays.

If true men, caught by mere surface beauty, wed them, it can mean naught save heartbreak and sorrow, and deterioration of the race.

Women of finer mould"-- for an instant the Bishop's eyes strayed from the sunset--"are needed, to be the mothers of the men who, in the years to come, are to make England great.