"Fierce, terrible women who hated men and loved to fight."
"Well, I hates a fight, so don't you go calling me Penthe—whatever her name was."
"No, Diana, I would have you her very opposite, if possible."
"How d'ye mean?"
"I'd have you a lady, sweet-mannered, soft-voiced, tender and gentle—"
"Like your aunt? But she ain't exactly a pet lamb, Peregrine, nor yet a cooin' dove—now, is she? And as for me I'm just—"
"My goddess Diana!"
"Was the real goddess a lady?"
"Well, I—I suppose so—but I want to ask you—"
"No, tell me about her—the goddess Diana."