Bowing low,
“Well done!” essay’d I; then,—to bandy back
That charge against the men I just had heard
From her who brought me,—“Well done as a man!”
X.
“That speech,” laugh’d she thus bandied, “scarce deserves
Our ‘Well done as a woman!’—Edith, hark,
His praise for you is, ‘Well done as a man!’”
Then Edith, echoing after, naïvely dropt,
“I tell you—nay—I will not say it though.”