Will you enter the house ?' 'Do you invite me ?' 'The house is your own.' 'Will the mistress of the house honour me so far ?' 'I am not the mistress of the house, my lord.' 'You refuse, Carinthia ?' 'I would keep from using those words.

I have no right to refuse the entry of the house to you.' 'If I come in ?' 'I guard my rooms.' She had been awake, then, to the thrusting and parrying behind masked language.
'Good.

You are quite decided, I may suppose.' 'I will leave them when I have a little money, or when I know of how I may earn some.' 'The Countess of Fleetwood earning a little money ?' 'I can put aside your title, my lord.' 'No, you can't put it aside while the man with the title lives, not even if you're running off in earnest, under a dozen Welsh names.

Why should you desire to do it?
The title entitles you to the command of half my possessions.

As to the house; don't be alarmed; you will not have to guard your rooms.