'Thanks; this is jolly,' said he, looking up at her with eyes full of admiration. 'I feel like Hercules at the feet of Omphale.'
'I don't know who he was, or what you feel, but do you know what you look like?'
'No.'
'Shall I tell you?' asked Dulcie, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
'Yes.'
'Well, like the Athenian weaver, Bottom, with his ass's head, at the feet of Titania. "Dost like the picture?"'
Shafto eyed her spitefully, all the more so that Dulcie laughed merrily, showing all her pearly teeth at her reply.
'Oho, this comes of rambling in quarries,' said he, bluntly and coarsely; 'doing the Huguenot business, the pose of Millais' picture. Bosh! What can you and he mean?'
'Millais and I?'
'No; you and Florian!'