Plead her disuse to calls o' the kind, reply
(Smiling a little), "'Tis yourself assess
The worth of what's lost, sum of damage done.
What you touched with so light a finger-tip,
You whose concern it was to grasp the thing,
Why must law gird herself and grapple with?
Law, alien to the actor whose warm blood
Asks heat from law whose veins run lukewarm milk,—
What you dealt lightly with, shall law make out
Heinous forsooth?"