“I warrant you that your pretty Lieutenant Boyd had never waited for my challenge twice!”
“Best look out for Boyd,” said I. “He’s of your own careless, reckless kind, Lanette. Sparks fly when flint and steel encounter.”
“Cold sparks, friend Broad-brim!”
“Not too cold to set tinder afire.”
“Am I then tinder? You should know me better.”
“In every one of us,” said I, “there is an element which, when it meets its fellow in another, unites with it, turning instantly to fire and burning to the very soul.”
“How wise have you become in alchemy and metaphysics!”