Bring it out, I tell you." Dorothy started to run from the room, but her father caught her by the wrist and violently drew her to him.

"Bring it out, huzzy; it's the key to Bowling Green Gate.

Ah, I've lost my mind, have I?
Blood of Christ! I have not lost my mind yet, but I soon shall lose it at this rate," and he certainly looked as if he would.
Poor frightened Dorothy was trying to take the key from her pocket, but she was too slow to please her angry father, so he grasped the gown and tore a great rent whereby the pocket was opened from top to bottom.
Dorothy still held the key in her hand, but upon the floor lay a piece of white paper which had fallen out through the rent Sir George had made in the gown.

He divined the truth as if by inspiration.

The note, he felt sure, was from Dorothy's unknown lover.