'Wilt thou kiss an
old man who hath wronged thee--for so my son hath taught me?'
Dorothy stooped, and he kissed her on both cheeks, with the tears in
his eyes.
'Thou shalt dine at my table,' he said, 'an' thy mistress will
permit thee, as I doubt not she will when I ask her, until--thou,
art weary of our dull company. Hear me, cousin Dorothy: an' thou
wilt go with us to mass next Sunday, thou shalt sit on one side of
me and thy mistress on the other, and all the castle shall see thee
there, and shall know that thou art our dear cousin, mistress
Dorothy Vaughan, and shall do thee honour.'
'I thank you, my lord, with all my heart,' said Dorothy, with
troubled look, 'but--may I then speak without offence to your
lordship, where my heart knoweth nought but honour, love, and
obedience?'
'Speak what thou wilt, so it be what thou would'st,' answered the
marquis.
'Then pardon me, my lord, that which would have made my mother sad,
and would make my good master Herbert sorry that he brought me
hither.
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