"Against what?"
"The possible call of the blood that he doesn't understand."
"You speak almost as if he were a child," Hermione said. "He's much younger than I am, but he's twenty-four."
"He is very young looking, and you are at least twenty years ahead of him in all essentials. Don't you feel it?"
"I suppose—yes, I do."
"Mercury—he should be mercurial."
"He is. That's partly why I love him, perhaps. He is full of swiftness."
"So is the butterfly when it comes out into the sun."
"Emile, forgive me, but sometimes you seem to me deliberately to lie down and roll in pessimism rather as a horse—"
"Why not say an ass?"