I had done more than my part in going to meet him." "Decidedly so," said I, interrupting the interesting narrative.
"When I could bear the gaze of the villagers no longer, I drew up my reins and started to leave The Open by the north road.

After Dolcy had climbed halfway up North Hill, which as you know overlooks the village, I turned my head and saw Sir John still standing by the well, resting his hand upon his horse's mane.

He was watching me.

I grew angry, and determined that he should follow me, even if I had to call him.

So I drew Dolcy to a stand.
Was not that bold in me?
But wait, there is worse to come, Malcolm.