The frenzied girl was dressed only in her night robes and her glorious hair hung dishevelled down to her waist.

She ran through the rooms of Lady Crawford and those occupied by her father and the retainers.

Then she sped down the long gallery and up the steps to Elizabeth's apartment.
She knocked violently at the queen's door.
"Who comes ?" demanded one of her Majesty's ladies.
"I, Dorothy," was the response.

"I wish to speak to her Majesty at once upon a matter of great importance to her." Elizabeth ordered her ladies to admit Dorothy, and the girl ran to the queen, who had half arisen in her bed.
"You must have affairs of great moment, indeed," cried Elizabeth, testily, "if they induce you to disturb me in this manner." "Of great moment, indeed, your Majesty," replied Dorothy, endeavoring to be calm, "of moment to you and to me.

Mary Stuart is in England at this instant trying to steal your crown and my lover.