Her brother might have counselled her wisely and was to be obeyed.

Only, the great pleasure in seeing the gentleman again inspired gratitude: he brought the scene to her; and it was alive, it chatted and it beckoned; it neighboured her home; she had passed it on her walk away from her home; the gentleman was her link to the mountain paths; he was just outside an association with her father and mother.
At least, her thinking of them led to him, he to them.

Now that she had lost Chillon, no one was near to do so much.

Besides, Chillon loved Henrietta; he was her own.

His heart was hers and his mind his country's.