George Eliot,
The Mill on the Floss — Book 4…
(1860)
“ The days of chivalry are not gone, notwithstanding Burke's grand dirge over them; they live still in that far-off worship paid by many a youth and man to the woman of whom he never dreams that he shall touch so much as her little finger or the hem of her robe. Bob, with the pack on his back, had as respectful an adoration for this dark-eyed maiden as if he had been a knight in armor calling aloud on her name as he pricked on to the fight.That gleam of merriment soon died away from Maggie's face, and perhaps only made the returning gloom deeper by contrast. ”
