“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.  Mistress Vernon writes to me thus:—­

    “’To sir John Manners:—­

“’My good wishes and my kind greeting.  Lady Madge Stanley, my good aunt, Lady Crawford, and myself do intend journeying to Derby-town to-morrow.  My aunt, Lady Crawford, is slightly ill, and although I should much regret to see her sickness grow greater, yet if ill she must be, I do hope that her worst day will be upon the morrow, in which case she could not accompany Lady Madge and me.  I shall nurse my good aunt carefully this day, and shall importune her to take plentifully of physic that she may quickly recover her health—­after to-morrow.  Should a gentleman ask of Will Dawson, who will be in the tap-room of the Royal Arms at eleven o’clock of the morning, Dawson will be glad to inform the gentleman concerning Lady Crawford’s health.  Let us hope that the physic will cure Lady Crawford—­by the day after to-morrow at furthest.  The said Will Dawson may be trusted.  With great respect,

    Dorothy Vernon.’”

“I suppose the gentleman will be solicitous concerning Lady Crawford’s health to-morrow morning at eleven o’clock,” said I.

“The gentleman is now solicitous concerning Lady Crawford’s health,” answered John, laughingly.  “Was there ever a lady more fair and gracious than Mistress Vernon?”

I smiled with a superior air at John’s weakness, being, as you know, entirely free from his complaint myself, and John continued:—­

“Perhaps you would call Mistress Dorothy bold for sending me this letter?”

“It is redolent with shyness,” I answered.  “But would you really wish poor Lady Crawford to be ill that you might witness Mistress Dorothy’s modesty?”