“You are flirting disgracefully with him,” said Lord Henry to his cousin. “You had better take care. He is very fascinating.”
“If he were not, there would be no battle.”
“Greek meets Greek, then?”
“I am on the side of the Trojans. They fought for a woman.”
“They were defeated.”
“There are worse things than capture,” she answered.
“You gallop with a loose rein.”
“Pace gives life,” was the riposte.
“I shall write it in my diary tonight.”
“What?”
“That a burnt child loves the fire.”
“I am not even singed. My wings are untouched.”
“You use them for everything, except flight.”
“Courage has passed from men to women. It is a new experience for us.”
“You have a rival.”
“Who?”
He laughed. “Lady Narborough,” he whispered. “She perfectly adores him.”
“You fill me with apprehension. The appeal to antiquity is fatal to us who are romanticists.”