I would not for a great deal have your father know that I have held conversation with him even for a moment, though at the time I did not know who he was." "Oh, this is delightful! He must be some famous, dashing highwayman.

I promise, of course I promise--faithfully." She was glancing constantly toward Manners, and her face was bright with smiles and eager with anticipation.
"He is worse than a highwayman, I regret to say.

The gentleman toward whom you are so ardently glancing is--Sir John Manners." A shock of pain passed over Dorothy's face, followed by a hard, repellent expression that was almost ugly.
"Let us go to Aunt Dorothy," she said, as she turned and walked across the room toward the door.
When we had closed the door of the tap-room behind us Dorothy said angrily:-- "Tell me, cousin, how you, a Vernon, came to be in his company ?" "I told you that I met him quite by accident at the Royal Arms in Derby-town.

We became friends before either knew the other's name.

After chance had disclosed our identities, he asked for a truce to our feud until the morrow; and he was so gentle and open in his conduct that I could not and would not refuse his proffered olive branch.