Prithee what was the reason?
Verily it seems thou wast sent hither to be the guardian of my house!' 'It was not I, my lord, gave the first alarm, but--' She hesitated, then added, 'my poor Marquis.' 'Not so poor for a marquis, cousin Dorothy, as to be called the poor Marquis.

Why dost thou call me poor ?' 'My lord, I mean my dog.' 'The truth will still lie--between me and thy dog,' said the marquis.
'But come now, instruct me.

Who is this prisoner, and how comes he here ?' 'He be young Mr.Heywood of Redware, my lord, and a pestilent roundhead,' answered one of his captors.
'Who knows him ?' A moment's silence followed.

Then came Dorothy's voice again.
'I do, my lord.' 'Tell me, then, all thou knowest from the beginning, cousin,' said the marquis.
'I was roused by the barking of my dog,' Dorothy began.
'How came HE hither again ?' 'My lord, I know not.' ''Tis passing strange.

See to it, lord Charles.