'
'No, my lord. Other danger was none where Richard was,' returned
Dorothy with vehemence.
'It beareth a look as if mayhap thou dost or mightst one day love
the young man!' said lord Herbert in slow pondering tone.
'My spirit hath of late been driven to hold him company, my lord. It
seemed that, save Caspar, I had no friend left but him. God help me!
it were a fearful thing to love a fanatic! But I will resist the
devil.'
'Truly we are in lack of a few such devils on what we count the
honest side, Dorothy!' said lord Herbert, laughing. 'Not every man
that thinks the other way is a rogue or a fool. But thou hast not
told me why thou didst run the heavy risk of seeking him in the
night.'
'I could not rest for thinking of him, my lord, with that terrible
wound in the head I had as good as given him, and from whose effects
I had last seen him lie as one dead. He was my playmate, and my
mother loved him.'
Here poor Dorothy broke down and wept, but recovered herself with an
effort, and proceeded.
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