The English people would not endure her wicked pale face for a moment." "But there is such a plot in existence," said Elizabeth.
"What you say may be true," returned Dorothy; "but, your Majesty, John is not in the plot, and he knows nothing of it." "I hope--I believe--he is not in the plot," said Elizabeth, "but I fear--" The girl kissed the sleeve of Elizabeth's gown, and then she drew the queen closer to her and kissed her hair and her face.
"Ah, my beauteous queen," said Dorothy, "I thank you for those words.

You must know that John loves you, and is your loyal subject.

Take pity upon me.

Help me.

Hold out your gracious hand and lift me from my despair." Dorothy slipped from the bed and fell on her knees, burying her face in the queen's lap.
Elizabeth was touched by the girl's appeal, and caressingly stroked her hair, as she said: "I believe he is innocent, but I fear he knows or suspects others who harbor treasonable designs.