Then at last said Dorothy: 'Tell me, madam, how is it that I find myself once more in the garden of your favour?
How know you that I am not all unworthy thereof ?' 'My lord tells me so,' returned lady Margaret simply.
'And whence doth my lord know it ?' asked Dorothy, turning to lord Herbert.
''An' thou be not satisfied of thine own innocence, Dorothy, I will ask thee a few questions.

Listen to thine answers, and judge.

How came the young puritan into the castle that night?
But stay: we must have candles, for how can I, the judge, or my lady, the jury, see into the heart of the prisoner save through the window of her face ?' Dorothy laughed--her first laugh since the evil fog had ascended and swathed her.

Lady Margaret rang the bell on her table.

Candles were brought from where they stood ready in the ante-chamber, and as soon as they began to burn clear, lord Herbert repeated his question.
'My lord,' answered Dorothy, 'I look to you to tell me so much, for before God I know not.' 'Nay, child! thou need'st not buttress thy words with an oath,' said his lordship.