"Yes! it's hard to get them to look right."
"How so?"
"A woman remaining still and saying nothing doesn't seem true to life."
"Oh, woman! in our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please"—
So wrote Sir Walter long ago.
But how, pray, could he really know?
If woman fair he strove to please,
Where did he get his "hours of ease"?