You may be caused to wait for me a long weary time; but one day, sooner or later, I shall go to you, and then--ah, then, if it be in my power to reward your patience, you shall have no cause for complaint." When Dorothy reached the gate she found it securely locked.

She peered eagerly through the bars, hoping to see John.

She tried to shake the heavy iron structure to assure herself that it could not be opened.
"Ah, well," she sighed, "I suppose the reason love laughs at locksmiths is because he--or she--can climb." Then she climbed the gate and sprang to the ground on the Devonshire side of the wall.
"What will John think when he sees me in this attire ?" she said half aloud.

"Malcolm's cloak serves but poorly to cover me, and I shall instead be covered with shame and confusion when John comes.

I fear he will think I have disgraced myself." Then, with a sigh, "But necessity knows no raiment." She strode about near the gate for a few minutes, wishing that she were indeed a man, save for one fact: if she were not a woman, John would not love her, and, above all, she could not love John.