I had not heard the words first spoken between them.
"Ay, ay, Sir George," said Ben, "they be there, by Bowling Green Gate, now.

I saw them twenty minutes since,--Mistress Vernon and a gentleman." "Perhaps the gentleman is Sir Malcolm," answered my cousin.

I drew back from the battlements, and the woodman replied, "Perhaps he be, but I doubt it." There had been a partial reconciliation--sincere on Sir George's part, but false and hollow on Dorothy's--which Madge had brought about between father and daughter that morning.

Sir George, who was sober and repentant of his harshness, was inclined to be tender to Dorothy, though he still insisted in the matter of the Stanley marriage.

Dorothy's anger had cooled, and cunning had taken its place.