I--I fear that I do not understand you," said John.
"I mean," she replied, with a saucy, fluttering little laugh as she looked up from her conflict with the entangled key, "I mean that--that you don't know what I mean.

But here is the key at last, and--and--you may, if you wish, come to this side of the gate." She stepped forward to unlock the gate with an air that seemed to say, "Now, John, you shall have a clear field." But to her surprise she found that the lock had been removed.

That discovery brought back to John his wandering wits.
"Mistress Dorothy," he cried in tones of alarm, "I must not remain here.
We are suspected and are sure to be discovered.

Your father has set a trap for us.

I care not for myself, but I would not bring upon you the trouble and distress which would surely follow discovery.