"Why are you here?" demanded Sir George.
"To die," responded Dorothy.
"To die? Damned nonsense!" returned her father.
"How came you here, you fool?"
"On Dolcy. She is dead," returned Dorothy.
"Were you not at Haddon when we left there?" asked her father.
"Yes," she replied.
"Did you pass us on the road?" he asked.
"How came you here?" Sir George insisted.
"Oh, I flew hither. I am a witch. Don't question me, father. I am in no temper to listen to you. I warn you once and for all, keep away from me; beware of me. I have a dagger in my bosom. Go and do the work you came to do; but remember this, father, if harm comes to him I will take my own life, and my blood shall be upon your soul."