She knew that John would not pry into her conduct.
"Indeed, yes, mistress," returned Jennie, who admired John greatly from her lowly sphere, and who for her own sake as well as Dorothy's was jealous of Queen Mary.

"They do walk together a great deal on the ramparts, and the white snaky lady do look up into Sir John's face like this"-- here Jennie assumed a lovelorn expression.

"And--and once, mistress, I thought--I thought--" "Yes, yes, Jesu!" hissed Dorothy, clutching Jennie by the arm, "you thought, you thought.

Tell me! Tell me! What in hell's name did you think?
Speak quickly, wench." "I be not sure, mistress, but I thought I saw his arm about her waist one evening on the ramparts.

It was dark, and for sure I could not tell, but--" "God's curse upon the white huzzy!" screamed Dorothy.