He came at once, and was there when Dorothy entered.
She was very white and worn, and her eyes were heavily downcast.

Her face wore that expression so much resembling guilt, which indicates the misery the most innocent feel the most under the consciousness of suspicion.

At the sight of lord Charles, she crimsoned: it was one thing to confess to the marquis, and quite another to do so in the presence of his son.
The marquis sat with one leg on a stool, already in the gradually contracting gripe of his ghoulish enemy.

Before Dorothy could recover from the annoyance of finding lord Charles present, or open her mouth to beg for a more private interview, he addressed her abruptly.
'Our young rebel friend hath escaped, it seems, mistress Dorothy!' he said, gently but coldly, looking her full in the eyes, with searching gaze and hard expression.
'I am glad to hear it, my lord,' returned Dorothy, with a sudden influx of courage, coming, as the wind blows, she knew not whence.
'Ha!' said the marquis, quickly; 'then is it news to thee, mistress Dorothy ?' His lip, as it seemed to Dorothy, curled into a mocking smile; but the gout might have been in it.
'Indeed it is news, my lord.

I hoped it might be so, I confess, but I knew not that so it was.' 'What, mistress Dorothy! knewest thou not that the young thief was gone ?' 'I knew that Richard Heywood was gone from his chamber--whether from the castle I knew not.