They have sworn they will be revenged.

Mr.
Wythan is with my brother to protect him.' 'Two men, very well; they don't want, if there's danger, a woman's aid in protecting him ?' She smiled, and her smile was like the hint of the steel blade an inch out of sheath.
'My brother does not count me a weak woman.' 'Oh no! No one would think that,' Fleetwood said hurriedly and heartily.
'Least of all men, I, Carinthia.

But you might be rash.' 'My brother knows me cautious.' 'Chillon ?' 'It is my brother's name.' 'You used to call him by his name.
'I love his name.' 'Ah, well! I may be pardoned for wishing to hear what part you play there.' 'I go the rounds with my brother.' 'Armed ?' 'We carry arms.' 'Queer sight to see in England.

But there are rascals in this country, too.' She was guilty of saying, though not pointedly: 'We do not hire defenders.' 'In civilized lands...' he began and stopped 'You have Mr.Wythan ?' 'Yes, we are three.' 'You call him, I think, Owain ?' 'I do.' 'In your brother's hearing ?' 'Yes, my lord; it would be in your hearing if you were near.' 'No harm, no doubt.' 'There is none.' 'But you will not call your brother Chillon to me.' 'You dislike the name.' 'I learn to like everything you do and say; and every person you like.' 'It is by Mr.Wythan's dead wife's request that I call him by his name.
He is our friend.

He is a man to trust.' 'The situation...' Fleetwood hung swaying between the worldly view of it and the white light of this woman's nature flashed on his emotion into his mind.