'Molly would believe me.' 'Thou need'st not go to Molly for that, cousin.

I will believe thee.
Only tell me what thou wouldst have me believe, and I will believe it.
What! think'st thou I am not magician enough to know whom to believe and whom not?
Fye, fye, mistress! Thou, on thy part, wilt not put faith in thy cousin Herbert!' His kind words were to her as the voice of him that calleth for the waters of the sea that he may pour them out on the face of the earth.
The poor girl burst into a passion of weeping, fell on her knees before him, and holding up her clasped hands, cried out in a voice of sob-choked agony--for she was not used to tears, and it was to her a rending of the heart to weep-- 'Save me, save me, my lord! I have no friend in the world who can help me but thee.' 'No friend! What meanest thou, Dorothy ?' said lord Herbert, taking her two clasped hands between his.

'There is my Margaret and my father!' 'Alas, my lord! they mean well by me, but they do not believe me; and if your lordship believe me no more than they, I must go from Raglan.

Yet believing me, I know not how you could any more help me.' 'Dorothy, my child, I can do nothing till thou take me with thee.

I cannot even comfort thee.' 'Your lordship is weary,' said Dorothy, rising and wiping her eyes.