"And so your chivalry will end in smoke," she said.

"Yes, Miss Burton, the smoke of battle, where you are concerned."

"I fear your wit is readier than your sword. The soldier that
boasts how he would overwhelm some other foe than the one before
him loses credit to the degree that he protests."

"You are more exacting, Miss Burton, than the lady who threw her
glove down among the lions. What chance would Hercules himself
have of lifting those twelve heavy females out of the dumps?"

"It's not what we do, but what we attempt, that shows our spirit."

"Then I shall expect to see you attempt great things."

"I'm only a woman."

"And I'm only a man."

"Only a man! what greater vantage-ground could one have than to be
a man?"

"The advantage is not so uncommon that one need be unduly elated,"
state Stanton with a shrug. "I forget how many hundred millions
of us there are. But I'm curious to see how you will set about
rendering the hues of this leaden day prismatic."

"Only by being the innocent cause of your highly colored language,
I imagine."