After an hour or two of restless tossing upon the bed she fell asleep, but soon after midnight she awakened, and in her drowsy condition the devil himself played upon the strings of her dream-charged imagination.

After a time she sprang from the bed, lighted a candle at the rush light, and read John's letter in a tremor of dream-wrought fear.

Then she aroused Jennie Faxton and asked:-- "When were you at Rutland ?" "I spent yesterday and to-day there, mistress," answered Jennie.
"Did you see a strange lady ?" asked Dorothy.
"Oh, yes, mistress, I did see her three or four times," answered Jennie.
"Lady Blanche is her name, and she be a cousin of Sir John's.

She do come, they say, from France, and do speak only in the tongue of that country." "I--I suppose that this--this Lady Blanche and--and Sir John are very good friends?
Did you--did you--often see them together ?" asked Dorothy.

She felt guilty in questioning Jennie for the purpose of spying upon her lover.