I tell you, Malcolm, when she comes to Rutland, if I hear of her trying any of her wanton tricks on John there will be trouble--mark my words!" "I ask you to promise me this, Dorothy: that you will do nothing concerning John and Queen Mary without first speaking to me." She paced across the room angrily.

"I promise you nothing, Malcolm, save that I shall not allow that woman to come between John and me.

That I promise you, on my oath." Dorothy continued to shed her luminous smiles on Leicester, though she was careful not to shine in the queen's presence.

My lord was dazzled by the smiles, and continually sought opportunities to bask in their dangerous light.

As a result of this smiling and basking the great London heart-breaker was soon helplessly caught in the toils of Doll, the country maiden.