There was little Molly waiting to bid him good-bye, and she sat upon his knee until it was time for him to go.

The child's looks made his heart sad, and his wife could not restrain her tears when she saw him gaze upon her so mournfully.

It was with a heavy heart that, when the moment of departure came, he rose, gave her into her mother's arms, clasped them both in one embrace, and hurried from the room.

He ought to be a noble king for whom such men and women make such sacrifices.
To witness such devotion on the part of personages to whom she looked up with such respect and confidence, would have been in itself more than sufficient to secure for its object the unquestioning partisanship of Dorothy; partisan already, it raised her prejudice to a degree of worship which greatly narrowed what she took for one of the widest gulfs separating her from the creed of her friends.

The favourite dogma of the school-master-king, the offspring of his pride and weakness, had found fitting soil in Dorothy.