'Two men, very well; they don't want, if there's danger, a woman's aid in protecting him?'
She smiled, and her smile was like the hint of the steel blade an inch out of sheath.
'My brother does not count me a weak woman.'
'Oh no! No one would think that,' Fleetwood said hurriedly and heartily.
'Least of all men, I, Carinthia. But you might be rash.'
'My brother knows me cautious.'
'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.'