[Separate from this origin of the idea of chivalrous honour is the following tendency: to attempt by physical force to maintain the outward signs of a condition whose genuine achievement has been found to be either extremely difficult or unnecessary. It is like someone who warms the bulb of the thermometer with his hand and watches the mercury rise, happy that his room is so well heated.]
["We've another month and a half of the holdays, haven't we?"
"One month," said Vinca."As you know, I'm going back to Paris on September 20th."
"Why? Your father is never needed until the first of October."
"Yes, but mother and I, and Lisette, we shan't have much time between
the 20th of September and the fourth of October for those autumn
things -- a dress for the races, an overcoat, a hat for me and the
same for Lisette...I mean, we women..."
Phil, lying on his back, hurled fistfuls of sand into the air.
"Oh, yes, yes! You women!...you do make those things so difficult!"
"We have to! It's all right for you, you find your clothes all ready
on your bed. It's only shoes you worry about, and then only because
you like to get them from a shop your father won't let you go
to. Everything else just appears for you. You men have it easy!..."]
[Oh women, who understand love, I will speak to you of my lady; not because I think to finish praising her, but to talk in order to unburden my mind.]