"'A countenance [and manner] more in sorrow than in anger.' Something's wrong with you; who is she?"
"She!"
"Ay,—she. That was a wise Eastern king who put at the bottom of every trouble and mischief a woman."
"Fine estimate."
"Correct one. Evidently he had studied the genus thoroughly, and had a poor opinion of it."
"No wonder."
"Amazing! you say 'no wonder'! Astounding words! speak them again."
"No wonder,—seeing that he had a mother, and that she had such a son. He must needs have been a bad fellow or a fool to have originated so base a philosophy, and how then could he respect the source of such a stream as himself?"
"Sir Launcelot,—squire of dames!"
"Not Sir Launcelot, but squire of dames, I hope."