Then I climbed to my room again, feeling in conscience like a criminal because I had done the best act of my life.
Early next morning I was awakened by a great noise in the upper court.
When I looked out at my window I beheld Sir George.

He was half dressed and was angrily questioning the servants and retainers.

I knew that he had discovered John's escape, but I did not know all, nor did I know the worst.

I dressed and went to the kitchen, where I bathed my hands and face.

There I learned that the keys to the hall had been stolen from under Sir George's pillow, and that the prisoner had escaped from the dungeon.
Old Bess, the cook, nodded her head wisely and whispered to me the words, "Good for Mistress Doll." Bess's unsought confidence alarmed me.