It pains me that you, at whose feet I am unworthy to kneel, should be my servant" Thereupon she took in her hands the fagot John had been holding.

He offered to prevent her, but she said:-- "Please, John, let me do this." The doors were open, and we heard all that was said by Dorothy and Tom.
Madge grasped my hand in surprise and fear.
"Please, John," said Dorothy, "if it gives me pleasure to be your servant, you should not wish to deny me.

There lives but one person whom I would serve.

There, John, I will give you another, and you shall let me do as I will." Dorothy, still holding the fagot in her hands, pressed it against John's breast and gently pushed him backward toward a large armchair, in which she had been sitting by the west side of the fireplace.
"You sit there, John, and we will make believe that this is our house, and that you have just come in very cold from a ride, and that I am making a fine fire to warm you.

Isn't it pleasant, John?
There, you sit and warm yourself--my--my--husband," she said laughingly.