Carey (who does not know the house very well). When is that?
Sir Thomas. Why, 'tis now, for I have but recently passed through the gallery and did mark the sun.
Carey (fiercely). In the name of the King, Sir Thomas, I call upon you to arrest this traitor.
Sir Thomas (sighing). I loved the boy well, yet——
(He shrugs his shoulders expressively and goes out with Lord Carey to collect sufficient force for the arrest.)
Enter Roger by secret door R.
Roger. My love!
Dorothy (opening her eyes). Roger!
Roger. At last!
(For the moment they talk in short sentences like this. Then Dorothy puts her hand to her brow as if she is remembering something horrible.)