She was serious; she even trembled.
She had lost her proud sense of security and her serene confidence--she was no longer guiltless--she had a dangerous secret to keep, consequently she felt a dread of discovery; and she trembled not merely for herself, but also for him whom she loved.
"And in what consists this plot ?" asked she, with agitation.
"I do not yet understand it; I only know that it exists.

But I will search it out, and if your enemies lurk about you with watchful eyes, well, then, I will have spying eyes to observe them." "And is it I alone that they threaten ?" "No, queen, your friend also." Catharine trembled.

"What friend, John ?" "Archbishop Cranmer." "Ah, the archbishop!" replied she, drawing a deep breath.
"And is he all, John?
Does their enmity pursue only me and him ?" "Only you two!" said John Heywood, sadly, for he had fully understood the queen's sigh of relief, and he knew that she had trembled for another.

"But remember, queen, that Cranmer's destruction would be likewise your own; and that as you protect the archbishop, he also will protect you with the king--you, queen, and your FRIENDS." Catharine gave a slight start, and the crimson on her cheek grew deeper.
"I shall always be mindful of that, and ever be a true and real friend to him and to you; for you two are my only friends: is it not so ?" "No, your majesty, I spoke to you of yet a third, of Thomas Seymour." "Oh, he!" cried she with a sweet smile.

Then she said suddenly, and in a low quick voice: "You say I must trust no one here but you.