And now Richard felt a vast yearning over her as though she were a child.

Had she not fought a gallant war with her mother for love of him?
Richard was all but swept away on a very tide of tenderness.

He would comply with Dorothy's requests; he would not press to see her; he would write her every day; he would love her more passionately than before.

Incidentally, he would go questing Bess.
Richard did not permit himself to dwell upon Storri.

He knew him for the source of all this poison in his cup.