But my rhapsodies must have an end.
When Dorothy left me with Madge at the window she entered her bedroom and quickly arrayed herself in garments which were facsimiles of those I had lent her.

Then she put her feet into my boots and donned my hat and cloak.
She drew my gauntleted gloves over her hands, buckled my sword to her slim waist, pulled down the broad rim of my soft beaver hat over her face, and turned up the collar of my cloak.

Then she adjusted about her chin and upper lip a black chin beard and moustachio, which she had in some manner contrived to make, and, in short, prepared to enact the role of Malcolm Vernon before her watchful gaoler, Aunt Dorothy.
While sitting silently with Madge I heard the clanking of my sword against the oak floor in Dorothy's bedroom.

I supposed she had been toying with it and had let it fall.

She was much of a child, and nothing could escape her curiosity.