So I frankly told her my kindly feelings for Sir John, and gave her my high estimate of his character.
I continued: "You see, Dorothy, I could not so easily explain to your father my association with Sir John, and I hope you will not speak of it to any one, lest the news should reach Sir George's ears." "I will not speak of it," she returned, sighing faintly.

"After all, it is not his fault that his father is such a villain.

He doesn't look like his father, does he ?" "I cannot say.

I never saw Lord Rutland," I replied.
"He is the most villanous-looking--" but she broke off the sentence and stood for a moment in revery.

We were in the darkened passage, and Dorothy had taken my hand.