She was gentle and tender to a degree that only a woman can attain; but I believe she would have done murder in cold blood for the sake of her love.
Some few women there are in whose hearts God has placed so great an ocean of love that when it reaches its flood all other attributes of heart and soul and mind are ingulfed in its mighty flow.

Of this rare class was Dorothy.
"God is love," says the Book.
"The universe is God," says the philosopher.

"Therefore," as the mathematician would say, "love is the universe." To that proposition Dorothy was a corollary.
The servants were standing open-eyed about us in the kitchen.
"Let us go to the dining hall," I suggested.

Sir George led the way by the stone steps to the screens, and from the screens to the small banquet hail, and I followed, leading Dorothy by the hand.
The moment of respite from her father's furious attack gave her time in which to collect her scattered senses.
When we reached the banquet hall, and after I had closed the door, Sir George turned upon his daughter, and with oath upon oath demanded to know the name of her lover.

Dorothy stood looking to the floor and said nothing.