She was the first really interesting--or, at all events, the first really remarkable--woman whom he had met. The women whom he had previously known had been very conventional young persons of the upper middle classes. Even Mary Chaworth had been _bourgeoise_, or must have seemed so in comparison with Mrs. Spencer Smith. To meet her was to encounter, for the first time, the amazing realities of life, and to find more romance in them than even a poet dared to dream of without reality to prompt him. And she was married, and it made no difference--or none except that, being married, she had more liberty, and could be more audacious than a spinster. "Since my arrival here," Byron writes--still to his mother--"I have had scarcely any other companion." There is an unmistakable note of self-complacency in the confession. Byron's "passion for a married woman" was evidently signalling to him, as such a passion has signalled to many a young man before and after him, that, now at last, he was grown up. Galt says that the attachment was merely "Platonic." Possibly Galt was right, though his evidence goes for nothing, seeing that Byron looked down upon him from far too Olympian a height to be in the least likely to confide in him. The impression which Mrs. Spencer Smith, from the little that we know about her, gives is that of the type of the favourite heroine of Mr. Henry Arthur Jones' more serious plays--a woman, that is to say, who shows herself of a very "coming-on" disposition until a certain point is reached, but then stops suddenly short, being frightened and abashed by her own temerity. She asked Byron for his ring--the ring which the Spanish lady had asked him for in vain--and he gave it to her. "Soon after this I sailed for Malta, and there parted with both heart and ring," is his own way of putting it; and as Galt knew that she had got the ring, there seem to be grounds for the conjecture that she showed it and boasted of it. Anything else, however, it would be idle to conjecture, even though we have "Childe Harold" and sundry "Lines" to help us in the quest. The suggestion in "Childe Harold" is that Mrs. Spencer Smith made love to Byron in vain: "_Fair Florence found, in sooth, with some amaze, One who, 'twas said, still sighed to all he saw, Withstand, unmoved, the lustre of her gaze----_" The suggestion in the "Lines" is different: "_Oh, lady! When I left the shore, The distant shore which gave me birth, I hardly thought to grieve once more, To quit another spot on earth:_ "_Yet, here amidst this barren isle, Where panting Nature droops the head, Where only thou art seen to smile, I view my parting hour with dread._"