Dick and Lorry were up at dawn, and filled it with noise and laughter till the night. Sometimes, it is true, Dick was very sad. Something would remind him of Giles, and he would burst into tears and run away to hide himself until the fit was over. One day Lorry crept after him softly, found him out, and lay down by him, his tail slowly thumping the ground, and his great eyes quite as full of grief as Dick's. Dick flung his arms round the dog's neck. "You seem to know how bad it feels," he sobbed. "How do you know, old fellow?" Lorry gave a little whimper, as though he would have him believe he had lost scores of dear friends himself. Then he tried to lick Dick all over at once. "She is good, Lorry, yet she doesn't know. She won't hear me say how I loved Giles--my dear, dear Giles!" Lorry whined sympathetically. "Perhaps she never missed anyone," continued Dick, rubbing his eyes and crying bitterly. "Yes, she did, Dick. Yes, she does," said Lady Dorothy's voice quite near him. She had caught sight of him crouching under the hedge at the end of the garden, and he saw she was weeping too. She sat down by him, and drew him to her. Dick laid his head on her knee, and Lorry laid his on her dress. "Tell me," said Dick. "Well, Dick, I will tell you," she said, "because it has something to do with you. You must know that I once had a brother, Dick, a year younger than myself. He was very dear to me, and when I went to court, our father got him a post there also. And it was there, Dick, that he and I both met again your step-brother, whom we'd known when we were children." Dick dried his eyes, and looked up. "I was sixteen, Dick, only sixteen, but I had more than sixteen suitors. Of these I, outwardly at least, favoured most John Dent." "John Dent!" exclaimed Dick. "John Dent," she repeated. "In those days John Dent, 'twas expected, would soon be a great lord, and he was handsome and rich--very rich. My father and brother wished me to marry him." "You couldn't!" cried Dick, sitting up. "He's a bad man, and cruel. Oh, Cousin Dorothy, how dare they think of marrying you to him?" "Well, Dick, perhaps he was not so bad in those days. He had done many things--gallant, hazardous things--such as you read of in tale-books. He was by way of being a hero, and he loved me, I think. But--" "But you didn't love him," said Dick, with strong confidence in her judgment.