‘“The right one for defence!” father says.’
‘Father says, “The habit of the defensive paralyzes will.”’
‘“Womanizes,” he says, Carin. You quote him falsely, to shield the sex. Quite right. But my sister must not be tricky. Keep to the rules. You’re an exceptional woman, and it would be a good argument, if you were not in an exceptional position.’
‘Owain is the exceptional man, brother.’
‘My dear, after all, you have a husband.’
‘I have a brother, I have a friend, I have no—I am a man’s wife and the mother of his child; I am free, or husband would mean dungeon. Does my brother want an oath from me? That I can give him.’
‘Conduct, yes; I couldn’t doubt you,’ said Chillon. ‘But “the world’s a flood at a dyke for women, and they must keep watch,” you’ve read.’
‘But Owain is not our enemy,’ said Carinthia, in her deeper tones, expressive of conviction, and not thereby assuring to hear. ‘He is a man with men, a child with women. His Rebecca could describe him; I laugh now at some of her sayings of him; I see her mouth, so tenderly comical over her big “simpleton,” she called him, and loved him so.’
The gentleman appeared on the waste land above the house. His very loose black suit and a peculiar roll of his gait likened him to a mourning boatswain who was jolly. In Lord Levellier’s workshop his remarks were to the point. Chillon’s powders for guns and blasting interested him, and he proposed to ride over from Barlings to witness a test of them.
‘You are staying at Barlings?’ Chillon said.