A pretty kettle of fish! "The wager, father, will you take it ?" eagerly asked Dorothy.
Sir George, who thought that her words were spoken only to anger him, waved her off with his hands and said:-- "I have reason to believe that I know the wretch for whose sake you have disgraced yourself.

You may be sure that I shall soon know him with certainty.

When I do, I will quickly have him in my power.

Then I will hang him to a tree on Bowling Green, and you shall see the low-born dog die." "He is better born than any of our house," retorted Dorothy, who had lost all sense of caution.

"Ay, he is better born than any with whom we claim kin." Sir George stood in open-eyed wonder, and Dorothy continued: "You cannot keep him from me.