I tried to stop guessing at the riddle Dorothy had set me, but my effort was useless.

I wondered and thought and guessed, but I brought to myself only the answer, "Great is the mystery of womanhood." After Dorothy had ridden away I again climbed to the top of Eagle Tower and saw the riders cross the Wye at Dorothy's former fording-place, and take the wall.

I then did a thing that fills me with shame when I think of it.

For the only time in my whole life I acted the part of a spy.

I hurried to Bowling Green Gate, and horror upon horror, there I beheld my cousin Dorothy in the arms of Thomas, the man-servant.