She knew little of the fashions of the day, and, like many modest young people, was afraid she might be guilty of some solecism which would make her appear ill-bred, or at least awkward.
Since her mother left her, she had become aware of a timidity to which she had hitherto been a stranger.

'Ah!' she said to herself, 'if only my mother were with me!' At length they reached the brick gate, were admitted within the outer wall, and following the course taken by Scudamore and Heywood, skirted the moat which enringed the huge blind citadel or keep, and arrived at the western gate.

The portcullis rose to admit them, and they rode into the echoes of the vaulted gateway.

Turning to congratulate Dorothy on their safe arrival, Mr.Herbert saw that she was pale and agitated.
'What ails my child ?' he said in a low voice, for the warder was near.
'I feel as if entering a prison,' she replied, with a shiver.
'Is thy God the God of the grange and not of the castle ?' returned the old man.
'But, sir,' said Dorothy, 'I have been accustomed to a liberty such as few have enjoyed, and these walls and towers--' 'Heed not the look of things,' interrupted her guardian.

'Believe in the Will that with a thought can turn the shadow of death into the morning, give gladness for weeping, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.'.