"I am a happy, enviable woman, for Thomas Seymour loves me." "She loves me!" thought he, with a proud, triumphant smile.

"I shall, therefore, one day become Regent of England." Just then they came out on the large level meadow, through which they had previously ridden, and over which now came, scattered here and there in motley confusion, the entire royal suite, Princess Elizabeth at the head.
"One thing more!" whispered Catharine.

"If you ever need a messenger to me, apply to John Heywood.

He is a friend whom we can trust." And she sprang forward to meet the princess, to recount to her all the particulars of her adventure, and her happy rescue by the master of horse.
Elizabeth, however, listened to her with glowing looks and thoughts distracted, and as the queen then turned to the rest of her suite, and, surrounded by her ladies and lords, received their congratulations, a slight sign from the princess called Thomas Seymour to her side.
She allowed her horse to curvet some paces forward, by which she and the earl found themselves separated a little from the rest, and were sure of being overheard by no one.
"My lord," said she, in a vehement, almost threatening voice, "you have often and in vain besought me to grant you an interview.

I have denied you.