'And that will be really doing good,' said Chillon, 'for where it's with the offensive, there's everlasting bullying and plundering.' Carinthia warmly agreed with him, but begged him be sure his uncle divided the profits equally.

She discerned what his need of money signified.
Tenderness urged her to say: 'Henrietta! Chillon.' 'Well ?' he answered quickly.
'Will she wait ?' 'Can she, you should ask.' 'Is she brave ?' 'Who can tell, till she has been tried ?' 'Is she quite free ?' 'She has not yet been captured.' 'Brother, is there no one else... ?' 'There's a nobleman anxious to bestow his titles on her.' 'He is rich ?' 'The first or second wealthiest in Great Britain, they say.' 'Is he young ?' 'About the same age as mine.' 'Is he a handsome young man ?' 'Handsomer than your brother, my girl.' 'No, no, no!' said she.

'And what if he is, and your Henrietta does not choose him?
Now let me think what I long to think.

I have her close to me.' She rocked a roseate image on her heart and went to bed with it by starlight.
By starlight they sprang to their feet and departed the next morning, in the steps of a guide carrying, Chillon said, 'a better lantern than we left behind us at the smithy.' 'Father!' exclaimed Carinthia on her swift inward breath, for this one of the names he had used to give to her old home revived him to her thoughts and senses fervently..