But in general the only sweetness a true lover of liberty could allow himself in tea was the kind Shelley found at the home of his friends the Boinvilles in 1814: the delicate grace of a young woman as she handed him a cup, and hertenderness as she sponged him down afterwards (he having spilt the stuff in his emotion).
But always, when he was interviewed later, always had this enormous tenderness about her, and also a very nice assessment of her character and her nature.