"John," she exclaimed, "I am here."

He was upon his feet in an instant.

"My darling, my beloved;" he cried, as he rapturously embraced her in
his arms. "This is good of thee, 'tis more than I deserve."

"Say not so," she replied. "I would do aught for thy dear sake. I have
endured much for thee, but I have been happy in it because it was for
thee."

"Thou would'st do aught for me, my precious one?" cried Manners. "I
have much to ask of thee. 'Tis well for me thou art so ready. None
shall part us, Doll."

"No, never," she replied, firmly.

"Then, Dorothy, we must flee together."

"What!" she exclaimed, in surprise. "Leave Haddon?"

"Hush, Doll, I fear it must be so."

"Oh, John," she sobbed, "I cannot do it, indeed I cannot do it. Is
there no other way? Have you no other plan?"

"Sir George will never relent," Manners replied, "and in another
month--"