"I would not think of thinking." "Of course not," she responded, with a forced smile, as she watched Sir John pass out of sight under the arch of the innyard gate.

I did not think.

I knew.

And the sequel, so full of trouble, soon proved that I was right.

After John had passed through the gate, Dorothy was willing to go home; and when Will Dawson brought the great coach to the inn door, I mounted my horse and rode beside the ladies to Haddon Hall, two miles north from Rowsley.
I shall not stop to tell you of the warm welcome given me by Sir George Vernon, nor of his delight when I briefly told him my misfortunes in Scotland--misfortunes that had brought me to Haddon Hall.