I nodded my head.
"Yes, father," softly responded Dorothy in the old dangerous, dulcet tones.
"That is enough; I know who the man is." Dorothy kissed her father.

He returned the caress, much to my surprise, and left the room.
When I turned to follow Sir George I glanced toward Dorothy.

Her eyes were like two moons, so full were they of wonderment and inquiry.
I stopped with Sir George in his room.

He was meditative and sad.
"I believe my Doll has told me the truth," he said.
"Have no doubt of it, Sir George," I replied.
"But what good intent can Leicester have toward my girl ?" he asked.
"Of that I cannot say," I replied; "but my dear cousin, of this fact be sure: if he have evil intent toward Dorothy, he will fail." "But there was the Robsart girl," he replied.
"Ay," said I, "but Dorothy Vernon is not Amy Robsart.

Have no fear of your daughter.