Dorothy turned to Juliet.
"You might have asked Mr. Polwarth, Juliet, whether I had betrayed you," she said.
"Now I think of it, he did say you had not told him. But how was I to take the word of a creature like that?"
"Juliet," said Dorothy, very angry, "I begin to doubt if you were worth taking the trouble for!"
She turned from her, and walked toward the house. Juliet rushed after her and caught her in her arms.
"Forgive me, Dorothy," she cried. "I am not in my right senses, I do believe. What is to be done now this—man knows it?"
"Things are no worse than they were," said Dorothy, as quickly appeased as angered. "On the contrary, I believe we have the only one to help us who is able to do it. Why, Juliet, why what am I to do with you when my father sends the carpenters and bricklayers to the house? They will be into every corner! He talks of commencing next week, and I am at my wits' end."
"Oh! don't forsake me, Dorothy, after all you have done for me," cried Juliet. "If you turn me out, there never was creature in the world so forlorn as I shall be—absolutely helpless, Dorothy!"
"I will do all I can for you, my poor Juliet; but if Mr. Polwarth do not think of some way, I don't know what will become of us. You don't know what you are guilty of in despising him. Mr. Wingfold speaks of him as far the first man in Glaston."
Certainly Mr. Wingfold, Mr. Drew, and some others of the best men in the place, did think him, of those they knew, the greatest in the kingdom of Heaven. Glaston was altogether of a different opinion. Which was the right opinion, must be left to the measuring rod that shall finally be applied to the statures of men.