Looking between the branches of the holly bush I saw Dorothy and Leicester coming toward us from the north end of the terrace.

Dorothy's eyes were cast down demurely, and her head hung in the attitude of a shy, modest girl, who listens timidly to words that are music in her ears.

Never have I seen an attitude more indicative of the receptive mood than that which Dorothy assumed toward Leicester.
"Ah," thought I, "poor John has given his heart and has risked his life for the sake of Doll, and Doll is a miserable coquette." But there was conduct still more objectionable to come from Dorothy.
Unconscious of our presence, Leicester said, "My fair beauty, my Venus, here is a settle under this holly bush, well hidden from prying eyes.

It invites us.

Will you sit here with me for one happy moment, and give me a taste of Paradise ?" "I fear I should not sit with you, my lord, however much I--may--may wish to do so.