“Let me reason with you.”
“Love is not reason.”
“No, niece, it is prejudice. Yet I assure you Gorlois is a most noble soul.”
“If he were a seraph, uncle, I could not love him.”
“You women are all fancy. Why, you have hardly seen the colour of him. Come, now!”
“I do not need to see more of Gorlois.”
“Why, bless my soul, my wife never loved me till we had been married a month, and she had learnt my fibre.”
Igraine thought a moment. Then she asked Radamanth a question.
“Do you love Lilith?”
“Why, girl, what a question.”