His harshness in the past hour to a workman who had suffered with him and had not intended serious mischief was Chillon's unsounded motive for the resolution to be out of debt to the man he loathed.

There is a Muse that smiles aloft surveying our acts from the well-springs.
Carinthia heard her brother's fuller version of the earl's communication to her uncle before the wild day of her marriage.

'Not particularly fitted for the married state,' Chillon phrased it, saying: 'He seems to have known himself, he was honest so far.' She was advised to think it over, that the man was her husband.
She had her brother's heart in her breast, she could not misread him.
She thought it over, and felt a slight drag of compassion for the reluctant bridegroom.

That was a stretch long leagues distant from love with her; the sort of feeling one has for strange animals hurt and she had in her childish blindness done him a hurt, and he had bitten her.

He was a weak young nobleman; he had wealth for a likeness of strength; he had no glory about his head.