"Malcolm is right, father.

Leave me for a time, I pray you." Sir George left us, and waited with a party of yeomen a short distance from the gate for the return of Sir William with his prisoners.
Dorothy and I sat upon a stone bench, near the postern through which Sir William and the guardsmen had entered, but neither of us spoke.
After a long, weary time of waiting Sir William came out of the castle through the postern, and with him came Mary Stuart.

My heart jumped when I saw her in the glare of the flambeaux, and the spirit of my dead love for her came begging admission to my heart.

I cannot describe my sensations when I beheld her, but this I knew, that my love for her was dead past resurrection.
Following Mary came Lord Rutland, and immediately following his Lordship walked John.

When he stepped through the postern, Dorothy sprang to her feet and ran to him with a cry, "John, John!" He looked at her in surprise, and stepped toward her with evident intent to embrace her.