Do you know him ?" Dorothy saved me from the humiliation of an answer.
She took one step from John's side and held him by the hand while she spoke.
"Father," she said, "this man is Sir John Manners.

Now you may understand why he could not seek my hand openly, and you also know why I could not tell you his name." She again turned to John, and he put his arm about her.

You can imagine much better that I can describe Sir George's fury.

He snatched a halberd from the hands of a yeoman who was standing near by and started toward John and Dorothy.

Thereupon the hard old warrior, Sir William St.Loe, whose heart one would surely say was the last place where sentiment could dwell, performed a little act of virtue which will balance many a page on the debtor side of his ledger of life, he lifted his sword and scabbard and struck Sir George's outstretched hand, causing the halberd to fall to the ground.
"Don't touch the girl," cried Sir William, hoarsely.
"She is my daughter," retorted Sir George, who was stunned mentally as well as physically by Sir William's blow.
"I care not whose daughter she is," returned Sir William.