“As the bard himself said: ‘The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus.’” “Treasons, stratagems, and spoils it is then,” muttered Peggy. Sir Horley lifted his brows. “Those dark affections, though. They sound rather exciting.
