He turned his face toward her, signifying that he was listening.
"Who is this girl ?" Mary demanded.
"My sweetheart, my affianced wife," John answered.
"She says she betrayed us," the queen responded.
"Yes," said John.
"Did you trust her with knowledge of our presence in Rutland ?" Mary demanded angrily.
"I did," he answered.
"You were a fool," said Mary.
"I know it," responded John.
"You certainly bear her no resentment for her treason," said Mary.
"I certainly do not," quietly answered John.

"Her suffering is greater than mine.

Can you not see that it is ?" "It is your privilege," said Mary, scornfully, "to intrust your own secrets to whomsoever you may choose for your confidant, and it is quite saintlike in you to forgive this person for betraying you; but what think you of the hard case in which her treason and your folly have placed me ?" "That is my greatest grief, save for Dorothy," answered John, softly.
Lived there ever a man possessed of broader charity or deeper love than John?
God surely made him of gold dust, not of common clay.
Queen Mary stepped away from John in disgust, and when she turned she saw me for the first time.

She started and was about to speak, but I placed my fingers warningly upon my lips and she remained silent.
"Where do you take us, Sir William ?" asked John.
"To Haddon Hall.

There you will await the commands of the queen." "How came you here ?" John asked gently of Dorothy.
"I rode Dolcy," she whispered.