The casement was open, for the day was mild, although the season was little past midwinter.

I heard her call to Madge, and then she called to me:-- "Farewell, Malcolm! Forgive me for what I said to you in the dungeon.

I was wrong, as usual.

Forgive me, and God bless you.

Farewell!" While Dorothy was speaking, and before I replied, Madge came to the open casement and called:-- "Wait for me, Malcolm, I am going down to you." Great joy is a wonderful purifier, and Madge's cry finished the work of the past few months and made a good man of me, who all my life before had known little else than evil.
Soon Madge's horse was led by a groom to the mounting block, and in a few minutes she emerged gropingly from the great door of Entrance Tower.
Dorothy was again a prisoner in her rooms and could not come down to bid me farewell.