Lord Rutland and I had turned our backs on the shameless pair, and were busily discussing the prospect for the coming season's crops.
Remember, please, that Dorothy spoke to John of Jennie Faxton.

Her doing so soon bore bitter fruit for me.
Dorothy had been too busy with John to notice any one else, but he soon presented her to his father.

After the old lord had gallantly kissed her hand, she turned scornfully to me and said:-- "So you fell a victim to her wanton wiles?
If it were not for Madge's sake, I could wish you might hang." "You need not balk your kindly desire for Madge's sake," I answered.

"She cares little about my fate.

I fear she will never forgive me." "One cannot tell what a woman will do," Dorothy replied.