H. C. Bailey,
The Lonely Queen — II. Her First Lover
(1910)
“ Lady Elizabeth, what mercy should you hope of a man who have none for him? Your—your swift grace—your body of alabaster—the flame of your eyes—the dark treasury of your hair—and withal the keen right manly wit of you—you make a man mad with love.” The girl rose with studied movements of allure. Her lips were parted in a subtle smile. Yet she could not check the eager beat of her bosom. “Now you play the pirate indeed. You come upon me under a false flag. My Lord High Admiral flies the banner of love:” she gave an excited laugh. “A lion soupirant! Nay, my lord, it serves not. ”
