Chapter 2

           "‘Dime;novesaquelcaballeroquehacianosotrosvienesobreuncaballoruciorodadoquetraepuestoenlacabezaunyelmodeoro?’‘Loqueveoycolumbro,’respondioSancho,‘noessinounhombresobreunasnopardocomoelmio,quetraesobrelacabezaunacosaquerelumbra.’‘PueseseeselyelmodeMambrino,’dijoDonQuijote."—CERVANTES.

           "‘Seestthounotyoncavalierwhocomethtowardusonadapple-graysteed,andwearethagoldenhelmet?’‘WhatIsee,’answeredSancho,‘isnothingbutamanonagrayasslikemyown,whocarriessomethingshinyonhishead.’‘Justso,’answeredDonQuixote:‘andthatresplendentobjectisthehelmetofMambrino.’"

           "SirHumphryDavy?"saidMr.Brooke,overthesoup,inhiseasysmilingway,takingupSirJamesChettam’sremarkthathewasstudyingDavy’sAgriculturalChemistry."Well,now,SirHumphryDavy;IdinedwithhimyearsagoatCartwright’s,andWordsworthwastheretoo—thepoetWordsworth,youknow.Nowtherewassomethingsingular.IwasatCambridgewhenWordsworthwasthere,andInevermethim—andIdinedwithhimtwentyyearsafterwardsatCartwright’s.There’sanoddityinthings,now.ButDavywasthere:hewasapoettoo.Or,asImaysay,Wordsworthwaspoetone,andDavywaspoettwo.Thatwastrueineverysense,youknow."

           Dorotheafeltalittlemoreuneasythanusual.