"I fear it is even so, Dorothy," said the baron, not unkindly. "There
is a guilty look upon thy face. Now tell us where he is and we will
forgive thee thy share."

Dorothy returned no answer. She was determined that no words of hers
should injure him.

"He saved my life," she replied, as the question was repeated.

"Tut, tell us where to find him, else thou wilt have enough to
thank that stubborn will of thine for," interrupted the baroness,
impatiently.

There was a sound of footsteps just outside, and they all paused to
listen.

"'Tis Edward bringing Manners back," said Sir Thomas quietly. "Here
they come."

The tapestry was quickly pushed aside, and the ruddy face of Sir
Edward Stanley insinuated itself between, the fringes and the screen,
but it was not the face of a contented man, for it wore a disappointed
look.

"Bring him in," commanded the baron.

"Nay, I have not caught him yet," he ruefully replied. "Come and help
us, he has hidden himself amid the woodsmen's huts."