When she was within a short distance of the gate she sprang from Dolcy and handed her rein to her servant.

John was not there, but she went to the gate in the hope that a letter might be hidden beneath the stone bench where Jennie was wont to find them in times past.

Dorothy found no letter, but she could not resist the temptation to sit down upon the bench where he and she had sat, and to dream over the happy moments she had spent there.

Tom, instead of holding the horses, hitched them, and walked toward Dorothy.

That act on the part of her servant was effrontery of the most insolent sort.