"You understand well how to control your joy," said she; "and any one to see you just now would think--" "That Thomas Seymour is discreet enough not to let even his rapture be read in his countenance at this dangerous court," interrupted the earl in a low murmur.

"When, princess, may I see you and where ?" "Wait for the message that John Heywood will bring you to-day," whispered Elizabeth, as she sprang forward and again drew near the queen.
"John Heywood, again!" muttered the earl.

"The confidant of both, and so my hangman, if he wishes to be!".