I thought the girl was Doll." He left instantly and followed Guild and the servant to the kitchen door.
When Sir George left the stile, Dorothy hastened back to the postern of which she had the key, and hurried toward her room.

She reached the door of her father's room just in time to see Sir George and Guild enter it.
They saw her, and supposed her to be myself.

If she hesitated, she was lost.

But Dorothy never hesitated.

To think, with her, was to act.