She sent a warning to Madge, and at the same time named the girl's wedding day for her; pained in doing it.

She had given the dear girl her word that she would be present at this of all marriages.

But a day or two days or more would have to be spent away from Chillon; and her hunger for every hour beside her brother confessed to the war going on within her, as to which was her holier duty, the one on the line of her inclinations, or that one pointing to luxury-choice between a battle-horse and a cushioned-chair; between companionship with her glorious brother facing death, and submission to a weak young nobleman claiming his husband's rights over her.

She had submitted, had forgotten his icy strangeness, had thought him love; and hers was a breast for love, it was owned by the sobbing rise of her breast at the thought.

And she might submit again--in honour?
scorning the husband?
Chillon scorned him.