It hurts me, and I do not believe you would wilfully give me pain." "Indeed, I would not," I answered seriously.
"Mistress Vernon's conduct toward me," John continued, "has been gracious.
There has been no immodesty nor boldness in it." I laughed again and said: "I make my humble apologies to her Majesty, Queen Dorothy.

But in all earnestness, Sir John, you are right: Dorothy is modest and pure.

As for her conduct toward you, there is a royal quality about beauty such as my cousin possesses which gives an air of graciousness to acts that in a plainer girl would seem bold.

Beauty, like royalty, has its own prerogatives." For a fortnight after the adventures just related, John, in pursuance of his oft-repeated resolution not to see Dorothy, rode every evening to Bowling Green Gate; but during that time he failed to see her, and the resolutions, with each failure, became weaker and fewer.
One evening, after many disappointments, John came to my room bearing in his hands a letter which he said Jennie Faxton had delivered to him at Bowling Green Gate.
"Mistress Vernon," said John, "and Lady Madge Stanley will ride to Derby-town to-morrow.

They will go in the Haddon Hall coach, and Dawson will drive.