Must hang its head upon the stalk.

And when she talks, her lips do heal
The wound her lightest glances give.
In pity, then, be harsh and deal
Such wounds, that I
May hourly die
And, by a word revived, live!

All this was very shocking of Mr. Moggridge; for Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys
was not _his_ Graciosa at all. But it was what we were fated to come
to, in Troy. And Graciosa's voice and smile were certainly
inspiring.

Let us return to "The Bower." The Admiral having presented his
daughters, and arranged them in line again, cleared his throat and
began--

"Though aware that, as judged by the standard of the best society,
this visit may be condemned as premature, I have thought right to
stifle such apprehensions in my anxiety to assure you of a welcome in
Troy--I may say, an open-armed welcome."

Here the Admiral actually spread his arms abroad. His hostess
retreated a step.

"My daughters,--Calypso, I perceive an errant curl--my daughters,
madam, will bear me out when I say that only excess of feeling
prevents their mother from joining in this--may I call it so?--this
ovation."