A man who could not compel obedience from his daughter was looked upon as a poor weakling, and contempt was his portion in the eyes of his fellow-men--in the eyes of his fellow-brutes, I should like to say.
Growing out of such conditions was the firm belief on the part of Sir George that Dorothy would in the end obey him; but if by any hard chance she should be guilty of the high crime of disobedience--Well! Sir George intended to prevent the crime.

Perhaps mere stubborness and fear of the contempt in which he would be held by his friends in case he were defeated by his own daughter were no small parts of Sir George's desire to carry through the enterprise in which he had embarked with the Stanleys.
Although there was no doubt in Sir George's mind that he would eventually conquer in the conflict with Dorothy, he had a profound respect for the power of his antagonist to do temporary battle, and he did not care to enter into actual hostilities until hostilities should become actually necessary.
Therefore, upon the second day after I had read the beribboned, besealed contract to Sir George, he sent an advance guard toward the enemy's line.
He placed the ornamental piece of parchment in Lady Crawford's hands and directed her to give it to Dorothy.
But before I tell you of the parchment I must relate a scene that occurred in Aunt Dorothy's room a few hours after I recognized John as he rode up the Wye with Dorothy.

It was late in the afternoon of the day after I read the contract to Sir George and saw the horrid vision on Bowling Green.
I was sitting with Madge at the west window of Dorothy's parlor.

We were watching the sun as it sank in splendor beneath Overhaddon Hill.
I should like first to tell you a few words--only a few, I pray you--concerning Madge and myself.

I will.
I have just said that Madge and I were watching the sun at the west window, and I told you but the truth, for Madge had learned to see with my eyes.