'Thou art a good girl, Dorothy,' said the marquis. 'Verily I spoke
but to try thee, and I thank God thou hast stood the trial, and
answered aright. Now am I sure of thee; and I will no more doubt
thee--not if I wake in the night and find thee standing over me with
a drawn dagger like Judith. An' my worthy Bayly had been at home,
perchance this had not happened; but forgive me, Dorothy, for the
gout is the sting of the devil's own tail, and driveth men mad.
Verily, it seemeth now as if I could never have behaved to thee as I
have done. Why, one might say the foolish fat old man was jealous of
the handsome young puritan! The wheel will come round, Dorothy. One
day thou wilt marry him.'
'Never, my lord,' exclaimed Dorothy with vehemence.
'And when thou dost,' the marquis went on, 'all I beg of thee is,
that on thy wedding day thou whisper thy bridegroom: "My lord of
Worcester told me so;" and therewith thou shalt have my blessing,
whether I be down here in Raglan, or up the great stair with little
Molly.
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