‘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.’